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day 150: a beautiful tangle at gooney.

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day 149: a brotherly chess game somewhere in virginia.

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day 148: bus attire to charlottesville.

“the most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”

- morrie schwartz

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day 147: after spending all day inside, i screamed for ice cream.

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day 146: we all scream for ice cream in mtp.

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day 145: swirl margaritas with some lovely lulus.

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day 144: one of the dean & deluca birds wanting some food on my break.

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day 143: half a street sign in front of my apartment.

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day 142: 99-degree summer days call for red lipstick...so today, i wore red lipstick.

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day 141: cyclist's-eye view...

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day 140: desperately seeking creative inspiration.

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day 139: my friday night ritual without my partner in crime.

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day 138: my bed has served me well today.

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day 137: treated myself to $14 fish tacos from tackle box and a red velvet cupcake from georgetown cupcake (only after getting ditched for lunch.)

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day 136: a day in the life...

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day 135: out of focus walking to yoga.

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day 134: made some yummy avocado spread for my lunch this week.

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day 133: brunch after mb's going away party. yikes.

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day 132: my new permanent visitor.

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day 131: a new arrangement above the bed.

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day 130: vino & birdies for one of mb's last nights...

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day 129: wish these were in my apartment, waiting for me to get home.

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day 128: a swarm of black cars and sirens usually means something
or someone serious in the district.

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day 127: not at all interesting, but a good sign of what my weekend looked like.

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day 126: one-on-one basketball in rachel's driveway.

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day 125: bailey's 'suitcase' for the weekend stay at bosler ave.

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hi. i'm back.

day 124: walked 3 miles in a torrential downpour.
in a maxi dress, mind you.

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day 123: a nice little walk after a great yoga class.

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day 122: the list.

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day 121: carry-out from the neighborhood pizza joint and lauryn hill live.

the rhythm.

ways to feel the rhythm of life...
by alyssa.
+ stop. breathe. feel. +
+ slow down enough to appreciate the moment you're in. +
+ smile at strangers. {always.} +
+ ride your bicycle in dresses & fedoras. +
+ buy yourself flowers or something that makes you smile. +
+ indulge...once in a while. +
+ live your passion. +
+ bring in a little spontaneity. +
+ explore a new city by yourself. +
+ open your windows on breezy summer nights. +
+ listen to some new music. +
+ try something new. +
+ tell people how you feel. +

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day 120: i took on the neighborhood for the first time today at 8:30pm.

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day 119: lunch and fresh air on the canal.

hipster absurdities.

obviously, i ride. not only because i am an advocate of human-powered transport over gas-powered, but because it's a blast and i feel good doing it.

but this, this is just absolutely ridiculous. now riding is TRENDY? really, trendy?!

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day 118: a friday ritual.

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day 117: arriving at the gates of my castle after a long day at work.

some things are meant to be just the way they are.

and the way they are is just fine.

*photo courtesy of hula seventy.

if you limit your choices...(by jameson)

shared by mb via lobetrotter.

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day 116: a brunch date and shopping with the lovely sara b.

life is a struggle.

life is a struggle, lyle.
that's it.
it's a struggle.
that's the way it fucking is.
- don cheadle, manic

life isn't all fun and games. it's not about idealizing your future and pretending real stuff doesn't happen. it does. we're all people, we make mistakes, we hurt people, we get hurt. and then we live. we decide what to make of what life has thrown our way and we move on. we meet people who challenge us, who make us want to be better, whom we love, fall in love with and maybe fall out of love with; but that's what makes us who we are. we are humans and this is life.

take what you can get and make of it what you can.

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day 115: thank YOU.

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day 114: french-pressed folgers.
the only thing you can buy at 10:30 on a sunday night.

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day 113: isn't it ironic, don't you think?

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day 112: same stem, different night.

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day 111: in our apartment garden.

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day 110: another addition to my collection of vintage home goods.