R. S.Pickersquis is a pensive dinosaur at times. She thinks deeply, and thinks often.
It is beautiful when she things. Beautiful thinks happen when she thinks.
R.S.Pickersquish loves. She loves her friends, she loves her boyfriends and her friends and her family a lot.
I think it’s really cute when she and her boif fake fight.
In fact, they were fake fighting over a battery when I fell in love with them.
R.S.Pickersquish laughs. When she laughs, the whole room lights up. Look! She absoloutly glows.
This is because she is beautiful on the inside and on the outside.
The Pearl necklace she is wearing came from Bangladesh (hairflip).
R.S.Pickersquish is Frida. This was flunk day. We had so much fun on flunk day.
When I think about the moments when I am the most happy, purely perfectly happy, usually R.S.Pickersquish is the reason.
R.S.Pickersquish loves spain. Oh god, she loves Spain so much. I think she looks very beautiful in this photo.
There’s that glow again!
R.S.Pickersquish is a supporter of prophylactics.
No babies in college.
R.S.Pickersquish loves Oregon trail…but she HATES when I sing this song:
“Oregon trail, Oregon trail…lets get on the Oregon trail!”
(I usually sing it over and over again)
R.S.Pickersquish loves the desert. It suits her.
R.S.Pickersquish is beautiful, perfect and all woman.
I love her.
Sorry. I was fishing and milking cows, and Segway-ing, and Kayaking and eating and fish-boiling, and feeding baby calves and staying on a farm and a bunch of other cheesy things. Soo, I’m in vegas, I spent the day outside tanning, drawing at starbucks, and reading in the grass. Now, I’m going to get peruvian food. YAY!
My friend, the beautiful and talented Gabrielle Fox was my 1,000th hit today. Strangely enough, I was her 1,000th facebook wall comment.
Ah the beauty of technology and egotism all rolled into one, delightfully numeric ball.
Filed under: Film, art, blackmail, committment fears, dreams, love, ma vie en français, magic, wish I was this
Guillaume Canet Almost makes me want to give up my dreams of a maniquin family and actually settle down with a real frenchman. Unfortunately, my psychic said I’ve already met my husband and I certainly and sadly have not met Guillaume.
One more Jeux d’enfants clip
Filed under: beauty, being cool, dreams, fishie fishie, laziness, love, molly, rain
Hmm, big delay in me communicating with all of the random yous. Blame it on finals and gap week on campus which I filled with beautiful things, with ms. mollyball and the rest of nos meilleurs amis:
The day we spent outside was beautiful. I think I shall remember it as one of the most magical and perfect days of the year. Everyone smiling and fishing and lounging. I loved it, I love it, I will love it.
