"Time was passing...

like a hand waving

from a train

I wanted to be on.

I hope you never

have to think 

about anything

as much as I think

about you."

-Jonathan Safran Foer

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photo via Pleasing Aesthetics

One week....

One week...

One week...

One week...

one...

week...

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Photo via Pleasing Aesthetics

Sorry for the...

[almost] six month break.

I've been a busy bee.

But I'm happy to report:

I'm back. 

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And thrilled to 

[finally]

be blogging from 

NYC.

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photo via pleasingaesthetics

And then...

with one hastily opened 

envelope, 

everything she had worked so hard for,

came to be.

NYC, I'm coming at you in the fall. 

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Today is the best. 

For Lent...

I'm giving up

saying, 

thinking

and acting

in a way that undermines

how talented

and intelligent 

I actually am. 

Like what I have going here?

visit my new blog

Mode

for more substancy posts

on fashion and the like.

"The one absolutely...

unselfish friend that a man

can have in this 

selfish world,

the one that never deserts him,

the one that never proves

treacherous or ungrateful,

is a dog."

-George Graham

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xoxo McCloskey.

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.

Thank you for 

keeping us safe from

the UPS man.

Although I promised...

to be fearless.

I will admit I was

a tad bit nervous in my first day of Italian.

Shoot. 

This homework looks 

like a doozy.

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It's hard to believe

this is the last

first day.

Writing turns you into somebody...

who's always wrong.

The illusion that you may

get it right someday

is the perversity

that draws 

you

on.

-Phillip Roth

American Pastoral

What a lovely place

to go 

and just be

alone to think

for a

while.

And how lucky we are...

that we can make year 

into a plural. 

And enjoy each other's company

as we do

it. 

It is all starting...

to finally come together.

I'm getting remarkably good...

at doing things by myself. 

This I feel...

Would be a rather perfect place to live.

I'm really missing...

Colorado today. 

Being happy doesn't mean...

that everything is perfect. 

It means you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.

In two hours...

this will be my summer.

No plans.

No worries.

Just a bunch of white nothingness ready to splatter with friends, books and a whole lot of wine.

And today...

I miss having long hair.

Particularly because mine is sticking up all over the place and I can't seem to make it settle down.

What is finals week for...

but wishing you were anywhere but the library.

This has to be...

the most alive these people have ever felt.