pretty little things.

If I could write an open letter to the year 2012, I would be tempted to tell it how much it sucks. I would tell it that I really didn’t need so much practice in saying good-bye to people. Finally, I would tell it to take back all of it’s stupid tears and heartaches. But I can’t write a letter to 2012, let’s face it, everyone would think I was weird.

So I’m taking this moment to learn how to appreciate the pretty things in life because sometimes that’s all you can do.

Like flowers in milk jar with your hometown on it and a little ceramic “night” owl that looks over you while you sleep.

And pink hydrangeas.

And cupcakes and cards from your best friend.

Keep your chins up, friends. 2012 is bound to turn around.

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