Fire Breather

I hear your laughter but the noise gets drowned out by the blaring of the television. I look up at you and find your dark eyes gazing intensely into mine. Butterflies crash against rocks in the pit of my stomach. "What?" I ask, as your eyes continue exploring the depths of my soul. You smile and shake your head at me, gently pushing my hair away from my face. I take a deep breath as the world starts to swirl around me. The beating of my own heart begins to block out the noise and blood rushes to my head. I swallow, trying to comprehend the storm inside of me, lying just beneath the surface of my skin. I grab my glass and take a sip, the cold fluid slipping and weaving around my tongue. I sigh and look out the window at the snow beginning to fall, illuminated by the street lamp above. Your fingers brush my hand and, once again, set blazes running up my arm, consuming my whole body. It has always been you to give light to the fire burning inside my soul 

Gentle Things

I like the gentle things in life.
The curl of your eyelashes as they rest against your cheek when you sleep.
The way you absentmindedly run your fingers along the bones in my wrist when you tell me about the last days you spent with your mother.  The steady clinking reverberating through your truck as the rains soft fingers drum against the windows and we huddle on your leather seats to keep warm. The way you slowly push my hair behind my ears and feather kisses upon my brow as I cling tight and inhale the scent of you until it fills me completely. The crinkling of your eyes as you smile into my over-sized sweater when I throw my head back in laughter. The deep humming of your throat as we talk about the things we're scared of losing. My head resting against your chest and your hand on my back gently steadying the beating of my wild heart as the sound of your voice dances around me and lulls me to sleep.

The Next Seventy Years Of My Life

You taste like a sleepy, messy haired, bare toes, yawn over a cup of steaming coffee on a chilly Saturday morning. You taste like a rumpled cotton t-shirt and threadbare shorts sitting on the kitchen counter laughing at a joke I told you two days ago. You taste like a too hot latte, warming my frozen fingertips on an October day. You taste like fresh pancakes and giggles in bed. You taste like the next seventy years of my life. - D

October First

Tis the season of all things pumpkin.. Once the temperature dropped I began spending a lot of time baking anything and everything. My last creations I made were brown sugar cream cheese frosting cinnamon rolls, however it being the first of October I thought it would be fitting to post something more pumpkin related.. I was really lucky this day because I had hit every single grocery store in the area and everyone was out of pumpkin purée and I had finally found some at Harvest Foods, so of course I had to buy like five cans... You never know when the mood will strike😏

Anyway, below are a few pictures of the most delicious and moist pumpkin bread I have ever had the pleasure in making! Oh, and I topped it off with maple glaze. Can't get any better than that!

 

 

 

 

Three AM

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling quite morose and lonely, and felt a deep and terrible ache of longing for things that could no longer be. I realized then, that the strange thing about devastating loss is that life, untouched by the acts of sheer folly, continues to go on, blissfully unaware of the fact that, in rumpled bed clothes and sleepless and bleary eyes, that sometimes you struggle to take it by the hand and run along with it. It continues to go on, seemingly unaware of the vicious claw marks you have left behind on scarlet memories of the past, and now lie looking in bewilderment at your cracked and bloody fingernails. It continues to go on, tiptoeing past you staring up at the three am sky, toes sinking into the dewy grass, and not realizing the cold seeping into your bones. It continues to slip by as you blow gently and distractedly into your too-hot cup of tea, whose steam and warm aroma floats about you like a close friend as your eyes stay fixated on the last few pages of your favorite book, rereading the last line over and over and willing the story not to end. It slithers right by you as you find yourself quietly humming a song, whose sweet melody springs up from deep within your soul. It continues, gracefully, to dance along with you, bringing with it hope and a promise of a new life.

Happy Birthday Paulacious

Happy late birthday Paul! (And Nellie!)
For Pauls birthday we took a mini vacation and flew to Los Angeles. We didn't do anything spectacular, just mainly lounged on the beaches and worked on our tans. Or burns. Mostly burns. Either way it was good to spend some time with family. Hopping on another airplane really made my dream of travelling the world for a few years very fresh in my mind. Anyway, as usual I love to overload on pictures. Enjouy!

 

 

 Coincidentally, I had spilled ice cream ALL OVER my pants, which this was my first time wearing them, of course.

 

 

The view outside our apartment.

 An even better view.

 My Maria Baria. [insert heart emoji here]

Paulacious and his penchant for owning the most fabulous attire. 

Brunch at the Penthouse!

These (sword)fish tacos were the best I've had in my life. The black bean salad was almost just as good... Almost

 I forgot to flip this image earlier and now I just don't feel like doing it anymore. Besides, I'm sure we could all stretch our necks for a bit here and there ;)

Unplanned matching with Benjamin. Oh, Hi Tatiana!

Taking photos of Masha taking photos of me. Photoception.

 

 These flowers reminded me of Greece. They had red and purple flowers sprawling all over the houses there. This reminds me that I should probably post all of my pictures from Greece and Turkey.....................

 Chasing the waves. We had the most glorious fun! I have not laughed so hard in a while as I did playing in the ocean.

 

 Only after about the 70th picture were we able to capture a perfect, cheesy jumping picture. 

 

 

The best couple I know.

  

 Hey guys, let's all pretend to laugh at something and then conveniently forget what it was we were laughing about. 

 

This sign brought back a flood of warm memories for just a fraction of a second. I figured I'd capture the moment. 

 

The birthday boy. Paul has the most hilarious sense of humor! If you don't have him on Snapchat you should probably add him. I don't know what his username is, you'd have to go find out for yourself. Either way, he's a really funny dude. 

 Bikes on Venice Beach!!

 

 

 

 

Ugh I love them.

 

 Chasing the sunset.

 Venice Beach Canals in the day.

 And the canals at night. It was gorgeous!  

 

 

 There was a huge 22k acre sand fire nearby and it made the most spectacular sunset. Funny how something so terrifying and destructive could be so beautiful.

 

 Masha long legs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 If your'e a bird, I'm a bird.

 I didn't realize how many pictures I took of them until after this post. There are approximately 73 more of these on my phone.

 

 

 

 

 This was NO EDITING at all! I mean, the sky was just gorgeous.

 

 Of course I had to snap a picture of my Black Forest cake with fresh raspberries. How could I not?

 Waiting to board the plane back home.

 Maria gets the filter too.

 I got to sit by Paul! I have no idea but I had the hardest time trying not to laugh during this picture.

Reunited. My heart.