lights are up all year

maybe, maybe not

‪I thought maybe you loved me when you danced on my skin with your fingertips ‬

and I thought maybe you loved me when you curled my hair into your fists ‬

and I thought maybe you loved me when your mom said it was nice to see me again ‬

and I thought maybe you be you loved me when you played hide and seek while I counted to ten

and I thought maybe you loved me when I saw your name light up my phone screen after all these years ‬

and I thought maybe things would be different due to our changes through the years ‬

and I thought maybe you would stop me when I tried to walk away ‬

and now I think maybe I thought too much to ever make you stay ‬

I took this picture earlier tonight and I’m in love with how it turned out! I hope you all like it as well! I’ve always favored colored fairy/christmas lights over plain white ones. To me colored lights are more nostalgic than the white ones, I also feel the colored ones can feel more festive. 
I do have to admit I keep colored lights up all year to remind myself of the comfort of the holidays. 
Anyways! I hope you all like this photo! I love hearing you feedback thank you all for the amazing support. Love you all! Stay Jolly! 

I Saw Crimson Peak, or: Food Metaphors, Gothic Melodrama, and You

My favorite food is a good pasta bolognese: fettuccine al dente, with a sauce that’s been simmering for hours in red wine, every ingredient in its proper place, added at the right intervals, and stirred with true Italian vigor. I know it, I love it. This dish won’t surprise me, but that’s not what I want from pasta bolognese. What I want from pasta bolognese is the dinner time has shown me I’m wild for, prepared with skill, flair, and a love for the recipe.

Crimson Peak is THE pasta bolognese movie. It’s a lush Gothic Romance, complete with restless ghosts, fluttering ivory nightgowns, madness, slow poisoning, and a gorgeous decaying manor/metaphor house whose gables rise above the moors like snarling teeth. No movie has ever been less interested in reinventing the wheel, right down to the scene transitions: old-fashioned iris wipes. When the titled heir of a fallen family takes the hand of our unconventional heroine and leads her to the dance floor, the assembled ladies gasp. It knows, okay? It knows what it wants to be and knows that you want that too. There’s no irony, no winking, despite the fact that any audience worth its salt knows the narrative tricks inside out. That’s not what matters. What matters is that it’s bloody and frightening and twisted and mournful and achingly romantic.

I walked out of the theater effusive, a joyful little shiver in my stomach, still spooked and swooning. It was as if this movie reached out and cupped my fourteen-year-old self’s face in its hands and said, “isn’t it time you indulged in everything you ever wanted?”

Pure, undiluted gothic melodrama, masterfully made. A plate of pasta bolognese cooked by an expert chef, exactly the comfort food I crave, elevated to a thing of rare beauty. I can’t wait to have seconds.


“At twenty-one, a girl begins 
to grasp the world and how it spins. 
She grabs a box of safety pins 
and builds herself a home.”


Christmas Link: 2008 vs 2014


People in the Scandinavian countries of Sweden, Denmark and Norway have come up with some really ingenious ways of maximizing light all year round. Light, refreshing colors, clean-lined furnishings and a notable absence of clutter characterize the Scandinavian look. It’s difficult to pin down exactly what I like the most about this house - “I love everything”

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