Saturday, March 3, 2012

Saturday morning


sounds like: Ben Howard, zombies moaning in my ear while I run (Terrifying. Run faster!), midnight drunken phone calls from a girl I've never met (Why, thank you, kind stranger for all the compliments!), and The Everly Brothers

tastes like: fresh strawberry juice, savory french toast (olive/rosemary bread, red onion, red pepper flakes, seared grape tomatoes, and feta cheese), and roasted cauliflower soup or purple cabbage risotto. Shoot, maybe both. 

feels like: the sweet rush of adrenaline after a good workout and the sweet sense of accomplishment (an organized closet! a clean bathroom! books read! studying done! designs designed!). 

smells like: lingering rain in the air, disinfecting bathroom cleaner, lemon zest, clean laundry, and brewing coffee. 

photo via Terrible Reflection

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