February 2012
51 posts
I exist in moments. Moments where all of my happiness and unhappiness comes together in one stalling motion, showing me that there is joy and pleasure in an unknown world where we feel the most all in an overflowing second.
Last night on a back road on our way home from Pennsylvania, I stopped the car on a dirt road (lined with fences, cows sitting in the darkness on the other side). We hurried...
“That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.”
– John Green (via funeral)
Is it only the seasons
(making me somber, then making me light & airy)? or is it the location or the surroundings or the pure differences between one life and another?
i keep telling myself to live on, and to give each day a solid purpose, but i am worrying my heart craves more. more than home.
a home is a home that you make feel like home.
not an origin of beginnings.
getting my heart ready, but i can already tell i...
bonnaroo "roll like a rock star" wtf →
this is bullshit! dont go to a festival if you need a “plush couch” and a dvd player! UGH!
for miria
a seeing eyeglass into a(the) mystical world;
a world that i’ve, in secret,
been dreaming in.
where we are risen from the body of dirt,
and we are brought up above, palms to drum softly on the greenery beneath bare backs (or loudly,)
or standing upright, fighting sticks off with sticks.
i could hear the voltage, its waves, echoing in my ears..
down into my belly
and i...
:) i love this recording with drew.
back &...
