favorite things.

the feeling of being clean after a day at the beach, wearing cool linen pants and a thin pullover.

margarita with salt.

climbing into my bed after the electric blanket’s been on for an hour.

small spoons, coffee mugs, blue willow.

long walks by myself at night in the summertime.

laying out on the roof, new swimsuits, tan lines.

a good soy latte, triple espresso, home brewed coffee with whipped cream.

cuddling, tall boys, going to the movies, two hour naps.

west cola–nbt, cafe strudel & house coffee, thrifiting/antiquing.

driving at night.

text messages from your best friend or your boyfriend

a new pair of earrings.

the smell of clean sheets fresh from the dryer.

new music, mix cds.

pretty feet, smooth legs, black fingernails.

margherita pizza from pigeon stools.

pencil skirts, pointy-toed shoes, big bags.

at home days with nothing to do and no makeup.

back massages.

going somewhere with girlfriends, windows down, blasting music, laughing.

the feeling when everything’s right with me and God.

writing something worth reading.

dancing. all kinds. any place. anytime.

sophie’s poetry readings in A4.

hearing someone play the piano for me.

the awkward silences that really say more than conversation could have.

modern art, modern poetry, Impressionism.

crying when i need to, cleaning when i’m frustrated, yelling when i’m mad.

the feel of coming home.

v-necks, leggings, skinny jeans, sharpie tattoos.

having plans, feeling wanted, missed calls.

roadtrips.

waking up kelli to talk to her, staying up all night with jess, cuddling with beth.

cologne and the boys who wear it.

new york, d.c., charlotte, savannah, boston, atlanta.

rainy days with naps and books and peppermint mochas and someone i love.

lindor dark chocolate truffles, a clean room, letters.

barefeet and pretty pedicures in the summer, wool socks in the winter.

lemonade in summer, chai in the fall.

making my own decisions, winning, outsmarting something or someone.

going out to eat at nice restaurants, trying new things, developing my palate.

red wine.

hard ballet classes, sore muscles, ugly toes.

the night sky in the country, full moons, october blue skies.

sushi.

rainy nights with the window open.

blue eyes, boys that make me laugh.

taking risks, proving i’m right, fighting for something and getting it.

cooking, planning dinner parties.

the smell of aussie hair products.

cocktail dresses, high heels, beaded clutches.

well-worn, marked in Bibles.

reading books to my nieces & nephews, listening to their grievances, cuddling with them when they’re sleepy

finding the perfect shot, a twenty dollar bill, a missing earring, something unexpected.