kis•met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized

1. fate.

23.8.12

superpower


image found here on etsy
yes, this will be framed in my house soon.

If I could choose one superpower, my first instinct would be to go with my early childhood thoughts that flying would be pretty cool - you could go anywhere! That sufficed until Harry Potter came around and I learned about apparating. Really, I'd just like to be a wizard of the "Yer a wizard 'Arry" variety, so I could apparate. With a quick, tight-turning about-face, I could be anywhere in the world. Lunch at a cafe in Paris? No problem. I'll be home for dinner. Day trip to New Zealand? Piece of cake. See the benefits? I know I'm not the only one who not so secretly wishes they could go to Hogwarts.

What superpower do you wish you had?

21. If you could have one superpower, what would it be and what would you do with it first? | thirty things

22.8.12

hilton head





spencer and me at dinner :: annabelle, chelsea, me, and kristin found tons of sand dollars
chelsea and me getting some sun :: ben, aunt lois, and me in a heated game of pétanque
the piggly wiggly's name for toilet paper :: chelsea and me

we spent every morning in the ocean and every afternoon by the pool.
it was perfect.


21.8.12

a happy day



A month or so ago, me and some of the aunts threw a bridal shower via Face Time for this lovely girl:



On the seventeenth, my cousin Sharon got married. We were (and still are) best buds growing up. We went on vacations together, went to school together, worked the same summer job, and she even came to play with me when I had the chicken pox because she had already had them. Hopefully we'll be able to keep taking vacations together with our (future) families. I am so incredibly happy for her. She and her husband (still crazy to say!) are perfect for each other.


15.8.12




we spent a long weekend on hilton head island. 
more pictures to come.

9.8.12




I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree.

Sylvia Plath | The Bell Jar