Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


I think the one in the next two is my favorite.

All pictures found on (you guessed it!) weheartit.com.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

i wrote a song.

In your eyes I can see
That you’ve forgotten how to be
Lost all sense and sensibility
Lost the concept of I, myself, and me

That you feel like a water droplet in the sea
Your world is sideways and can no longer see
The straightest way and the place you belong
And I’m here to hold your hand and take you home

You must realize that something’s happening to you
That life has not forgotten you
That it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall

Whispers in your ear and comes running when you call
Its time for you to lift your eyes off the ground
The bold and the beautiful have been sought and finally found

What if you could make a space
Full of light and to your taste
Windows big and flowers sweet
The ground is warm beneath your feet

You’re weaving love into the loom you work
You pause to watch the wind and listen to the birds
Though everything is perfect under your perception
How painful it must be to be an exception

All pictures found on weheartit.com and inspiration for the song taken from 3 poems found on loveology; credit to Bert Schierbeek, Alfred De Musset, and Rainer Maria Rilke for the loveliness.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

lovely in every way/I was never not going to be here.

These words are my tiny anchors. Strung together they create a weight that connects me to something a little more solid. They hold me from floating away. They float with me, solid and weighty and good. 


The sun will shine and I will bask in it. 

I can take care of myself today. 

I can be completely unfettered. Completely undone. Floating in freedom. 

Monday, March 9, 2009

somedays should be entirely spent in bed.

Looking forward to road-tripping, to becoming free on the road and exploring wherever and whatever comes along, taking turns at random and discovering places along the way. 

Loving braids. Wanting to do something exciting to my hair. Something braided and layered and unkept. 

I think everything is going to be alright. 

Pictures from weheartit.com and cacaococoa.tumblr.com