spent some time catching up with a dear friend out west and bonded over oatmeal raisin cookies with the roomies. 60% of our convo? boys.
i’m not even mad about it.
and then i came across this post in my reader today and found it absolutely fitting. you know that moment when you are thinking about someone, and without trying (or your even knowing) that stupid grin breaks the surface of your face?
you get it.
also, if you are feeling gender inclusive, it works here, too. bob marley knows what’s up.