a girl will fall in love with you for your music taste

this book is awesome

why don’t we do some planning? my son asked his son the night before they moved into the master bedroom

yesterday i made him edit his new employee profile to include how good he is at making playlists and today i’m finishing my secret garden puzzle to a perfect oldies mix he made me

bought a perfect compliment to the mary oliver on fb marketplace

I'm constantly urging friends and family to use their library services, even if it's just the libby app or whatever, because I'm noticing this weird thing where even people who read a lot see libraries as existing for someone who's not them.

he told me how it rained in the desert—awesome monsoons in the summer where the clouds unleashed all they’d held and then like that it was over. only fifteen minutes and the world changes twice

they had waited all week to be alone together, maybe even longer. they both wanted to turn the music on, get a little lost for awhile, exhale

parenting can be all consuming so don’t forget to love good on your partner when you can

the only place i’ve ever been able to read is jail, a patron told me, but i’m going to try reading in the library as my new year’s resolution

i love days where i try new streets

i think a lot of you can really write but i’ve gotta see more than a page or two to be sure

whenever i don’t want to finish a book i just start another one she said, starting her 42nd book

if you were on the radio i’d quit my job to listen to the radio i said or you could listen to the radio at work he said

i just treat every patron as if he’s my dad, remember all the patience i’ve been able to muster in a lifetime

i’ve been off instagram long enough that an old friend swung by the library to see what i’ve been up to

librarian here. can confirm.

some days aarik packs me a lunch and he never forgets to put in a fork from home bc he knows i hate the forks at work and that is one of the many things i love about being loved by him

the truth is i liked him all bitchy. when his critic self couldn’t stay dormant anymore and he roared to life like a diesel truck from the 80s. he had a good eye and i liked to hear his thoughts on everything. we could talk color for hours. to be honest i always dreamed of him with space and time

watching the boys shoot hoops, checking in books, coloring like it’s the yarn game, looking for that mama bear dress at the mall, singing lonestar, bearing witness as the light turns, mentally moving furniture—that’s what i’m doing these days

the prairie in a little house

lauren groff will probably always be more sophisticated than i can fathom but her writing is stylish and accessible

watching your bf play an analog synthesizer just as your gummy hits is peak high

guitar center next to barnes and noble in this town making the perfect after dinner shopping experience

remind me to write about domestic bliss and how it looks nothing like you imagined

let me photograph you in this light she sang to her new jar

in this one you’re a gambler, table games only. i make sure of it. you learned to count cards from this guy i met online and every once in awhile we drive for two hours to go to a different rural casino

get yourself a man who lets you read him a brothers grimm fairy tale while he drives

tranströmer is my winter poet, he said

i do have heidi dreams sometimes i told him after googling hills for twenty minutes i know he replied

no mountains in the great plains but we have the loess hills

why is paul rudd’s character in wet hot american summer a young aiden from satc

at night we stay indoors, our walls headphones

4th of july in duplexes in the middle of america

it was one of those nights where the light was perfect

her house, to her looked like luxury. like a glossy spread in a magazine

i remember every time music is playing

martina mcbride played in the background, the same song on a loop because she wanted to have an experience while listening to an occasion song. she wanted to make a story with it, she wanted to memorialize something that happened to her

we should get married here he said and she agreed

he told her he loved her in french in the concrete tunnel. she didn’t know what it meant. but she felt its echo

they went to the mall on the fourth of july, bought nice little things that were long overdue. they ate in the food court and got snacks at the exotic boutique. there was a barbecue for the kids to go to and a rest for the adults to tend to. the trade offs were always like that: extravagant

i wanna write a book for the girls who didn’t want to be like their mothers

shoulder pads are the underrated

the day started off with out typical iced lattes and then a walk at the lake where we we were greeted with the news a boy went into the water last night and hadn’t been found yet. we walked, watched a deer eat leaves off a fallen branch. soon we saw a woman coming toward us, saddled down with too

maybe she was trying too hard to convince her son to tryout for the basketball team but she knew it would make him happy to be on a team, to have a jersey with a number and his name on it

damn sara nović got julia whelan as her audiobook narrator? alright babe we love to see it

sometimes you’re todd dillard’s daughter and i’m like fuck i’m not making a quesadilla right now —my fiancé

a patron returned 3 cookbooks, told me she doesn’t even read them, she just looks at the pictures. she said it as if it was a dirty secret

it’s hard to say exactly what’s so great about working at a library bc there are so many things but your co-worker casually telling you about her friend marrying bill nye and then bill nye asking for a divorce two days later bc the friend wasn’t pretty enough or a good enough dancer is pretty great

when maisy takes too much sun