angela pettigrew.

“I knew that if i allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear. To a great extent. Is born of a story we tell ourselves. And so I chose to tell myself a different story. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could anguish me.” - Cheryl Strayed - Wild


born in the city...bred in the rockies.

asking me a yes or no question can prompt a 15 minute story.

black and white photographs make me happy...really happy.

there's nowhere in the world I don't want to see.




i try not to use capitals or proper punctuation unless its for something super formal. 

i have what some would say is a ludicrous amount of lipgloss...I say it's not all lipgloss...some of its lipstick.

with all the technology and apps to choose from, my grocery lists are still made with a paper and pen.

i use too many emojis when I text.

to me, there's nothing better than a good old-fashioned game night.

i have an odd obsession with white chocolate-covered espresso beans.

cuddling is just the bees knees.


i love the sound that root beer makes in the's like the bubbles are whispering (not to be confused with champagne...those bubbles are telling secrets).

i love a good music montage.

i love to send cards and write little notes for everything...all the time.

i dip everything I eat in some variation on sauce... or sauces (usually the later).

i use this symbol a lot when I write [...]

but I heard somewhere that you learn more about someone from what they don't like, so here's a few:

trips to the dmv, wet socks and olives...unless they are floating on top of a perfectly chilled martini.

theres a hidden guilty pleasure reference somewhere on my website.