e v e r g r e e n s

I can't even make a number list of the 11.4 things that make me happy,

mostly because I have this weird habit of sharing too many details about insignificant things.

Let's embark on this journey of excessive words and stomach indigestion (doughnut hangover)

I'm in a building that looks too mature for college students and i'm staring through a glass window that shows the fog on the mountains and the tiny people walking to class. 

It's like all I want to do is go on drives, and move to Washington D.C, and draw, and go on hikes, and drink StarBucks, and such. 

This fall weather is making my insides go pumpkins.

Occasionally I cry because I have an abnormal amount of creative energy in my body that I can't figure out how to use.
But it's like my-roommate-just-made-brownies kind of cry.

I also have this weird habit of acknowledging people when i'm walking somewhere and freakishly finding them later.

I'm currently staring at a handsomely male figure who I made googly eyes at about 1.32 hours ago, and now he is showing a stranger his wedding ring. But I think he loves me too?