Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
tats.
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.
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.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
lovely in every way/I was never not going to be here.
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
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