letter: dear proverbial fork in the road

you should really come with a sign or
some sort of warning that tells me i am approaching you...

are you just a false dilemma or
a mere bifurcation brought on by my
dramatic self?
are you a test of grown-up-ness?

no one makes quite as grand an entrance
at the most inopportune time
as you do...

so two things i've now got (besides pretty coral-coloured nail polish):
1. promotion
2. post-grad admission offer

neither comes with a sign that says
'guaranteed happiness, success, and satisfaction'...

so now what?
sigh.

letter: dear tshirt

i heart you
because you have a beautiful print of horses
and because you were once $40
but you were mine for $5...



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image from here

love: monograms

slightly vain
but plenty awesome!
all from your one-stop-inspiration shop
anthropologie

(p.s. i bought some of the monogrammed porcelain cups to repurpose
as 'vases' for short stemmed blooms. )

letter: dear heart

to let go
is to be unselfish.

to be unselfish
is to love.

to love
is to let go.

(and so it goes...
so it goes...)

letter: dear knees

thank you for letting me bruise you
between bikes and boys.
forgive me for being clumsy and naive.
but i promise knitted legwarmers
and gooseflesh from kisses
from those who fall for me, for us.