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  • leevesandberries:

    San Francisco to Seattle

    I love road trips for a number of reasons. My family took at least one a year when we were younger and the sound of the road passing beneath and the sight of trees whipping by makes me feel at home. Reading makes me sick in the car and my phone bores me after a few minutes so I often find my self sitting silently and *gasp* actually thinking deeply. I’ll even have the time to sit for a few hours and listen to the music that I’d forgotten existed but at one time made me feel alive. But what I love about them most is the people sitting in the car with me.

    There is something about being stuck in a car with someone for 7 days that makes you love them more then you did in the first place. Sure, the term “I want to punch you in the face right now”, may fly around a few times but you always come back around to laughing about it. It’s like a greenhouse for relationships. 

    I once went on a month long road trip with eight very different human beings. We drove each other insane. But we also laughed, forgave and learned to love each other in spite of all of our differences. It may sound a bit profound but in that month I honestly felt like I got a glimpse of what it looks like to love one another unconditionally. 

    But that’s getting a little too lofty for what this blog post is really about. My husband and I got to drive from San Francisco to Seattle with our two very best married friends a few weeks back and had an insanely good time. If your married then you know how hard it is to find a “couple friend” that both you and your spouse can stand (like seriously almost impossible) but Hunter and I lucked out big time with our friends Tyler and Jill. 

    We started out in San Francisco and took three days to camp along the California and Oregon coast. We then spent four days split between Portland and Seattle. There was so much to love about every place we went and such a variety of experiences but there was one place that I wanted to put up a tent and stay forever. The Seattle Public Library. Weird, I know. But if you’ve been in there then you probably know what I am talking about. The light, the books, the shadows, the quiet, it was my happy place. 

    This being a blog about food I can’t really not talk about where we ate. Which is good because we ate, like, a lot. A lot, a lot.

    So to finish off here was our top ten favorite eateries in no particular order: 

    1. Quinn’s (Seattle) 
    2. Olympic Provisions (Portland)
    3. Blue Star Doughnuts (Portland)
    4. Blue Bottle (Seattle )
    5. Lola (Seattle)
    6. Salt & Straw (Portland)
    7. Bi-Rite Creamery(San Francisco) 
    8. Lola (Seattle) 
    9. Tasty N Alder (Portland) 
    10. Stumptown Coffee Roasters (Portland) 

     

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  • "It’s so beautiful to kiss someone who actually means a lot to you."
  • taekoyasuhiro:

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    friend ?????!?

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    fr iend!! !!!

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    im coming friend

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    im here i love u

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  • actuallygrimes:

    alwayz worth rememberin: whether u like dudes or not, dudes can be nice, but u absolutely dont need one, i love not relying on any man.  i wake up, make my own shit, clean my carpet, build my drum rack.  never in my life have i needed a man, and nor do you.  your alone?  you have womankind.  mad love 

    ccccc

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  • queerbodhi:

    Raoni, 22.Sep.2014 by Manuel Moncayo

    A tenderness that could only be achieved with a none earthly touch.

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  • Kate Makkai, “Pretty” (via feellng)

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  • "

    This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters.

    “You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing. But you, will never be merely ‘pretty’.

    "