dear blue watterbottle that is more or less a part of my soul:

come back. I miss you

dear granola campus ministry family that lives it ruf in the snow:

I love and am inspired by every single one of you

dear nine-month old golden retriever on franklin street:

I feel the exact same way about the snow.

dear teacher whose class I dropped:

it wasn’t the workload, it was the fact that you made me dislike something I love

dear sarah kaminer:

I’m madly jealous of your car-harts

dear north carolina weather:

you’re crazy. that’s all I can say.

dear boy making a tiny snowman outside my dorm:

next time, when I can’t find anybody to take a snow-walk with me at 12AM and you clearly like snow, too, I’m just going to get some guts and ask you

dear huck finn and bon iver:

in all honesty, I can’t think of anybody I’d rather spend a Saturday night in with.