guess what.

i like sad movies, quiet boys, and red velvet cake.

the u.s. postal service has my heart, along with jimmy stewart and nineteenth century british literature.

oh.

and also,

i am twenty years old today.

...a fact i am particularly fond of.

"little girl, i don't want no cherry in mine!"

sometimes my brother calls me a fat-head. 

but he also lets me sleep in his spare bedroom during finals week, get caught up on his tivo while he's at work, gives me discounts at the OG, and invites me over for sunday dinner. we still play hide and seek in the basement, and he willingly participates in pool games. he likes the bachelor and hot rod; he is well-rounded. he speaks french, but also sometimes turns into a man who hails from mexico. it is his birthday today. he's turning 25. and i don't blame you if you're jealous because he's not your brother.

happy birthday, jakey! love you!

birthday boy.

meet matt. 

then adore him.

it happens that way, and fast.

he wears skinny ties, and has dreamy grey eyes. 

i'm pretty sure he likes running more than cake, and his smile is simply dashing.

sometimes he'll play the piano for you, and you can sneak attack snap pictures of him.

he's got big plans for the future, ranging from international relations to family law.

if you marry him, {and you should} he'll probably travel the world with you, and dance when he does the dishes.

oh. and this just in: he has chest hair now.

he's wicked smart, and handsome too. 

plus, it's his birthday today.

and i sure do think he's something else.

catch him while you can, ladies. he'll take you places.

happy birthday, mattie! love you forever!