I can't even
begin to explain how perfect the weather is in Dallas right now. It is fifty degrees and rainy. Dreary. My windows are open and the sound of the rain and sporadic thunder is mixing with the sigur ros I am listening to. Drinking tea with honey and lemon. Perfuckingfection. I love when nature conspires to make the weather fit your mood perfectly. Weather so perfect is debilitating. Now if only I...
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day. yes.