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Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 

Inspiration Lately — July Edition 

I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)

Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  

Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.

*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.

**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 

Amanda Vidmar on open roses:

I am lost on why it is so taboo to use open roses for events.  Frankly, I like them ruffly, petal-y, day before death open.  That is perfection.  You don’t need your bridal bouquet to last more than a special day, what’s wrong with these peak-perfection roses? Open to suggestions here, but yeesh, these guys have got my heart skipping a beat.  

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