sitting in the Badlands,
thinking about that old ground that Jefferson and America-shapers walked.
Old ground, covered in blossoms,
old earth, touched and turned and worked and molded
by hands not unlike mine.
Hands that wanted ours to know that they are
There's nothing quite like Charlottesville in spring. The earth is yawning and stretching and the streets are bleached and the people are happy. We explored Monticello and ate overcooked fries and french toast in a diner on main street. Then we went in Urban Outfitters and bought nothing. It was a good day.
I'm literally sitting out here in the desert rn, so if you want to see desert pictures, and pictures that won't be as nice as Abbie's follow my instagram. Also, we passed a car on the highway the other day and the dog in the passenger seat was wearing sunglasses. Kid you not.
One other thing you need to know is that Applebees serves sweet potato fires with some kind of a frosting dip and it is evil and beautiful and blasphemy from the dark side.
also, the love on the last post?? <3 you guys make my heart crazy. thank you.