Follow the Butterflies.

I'm Anna. Junior at PSU, anglophile, lover of books, chocolate milk, The Office, photography, Morgan Freeman, british accents, and used clothing stores. Long pointless talks and interesting people make me happy. I tend to go off on random tangents frequently, I have a love of foreign languages and an addiction to movie trivia. I'm a pessimist turned recent optimist with a sarcastic streak and I'm overly forgiving. Every day is a little brighter with a bow in your hair.

"Today was a good day."
“Why?”
“Because I got to see you.”

I’m happy.

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.