
i used to write poetry all of the time. it’s a rare occasion these days but when i do, it’s because i don’t have a choice – something is going on in my mind or i’m listening to music and … Continue reading
i used to write poetry all of the time. it’s a rare occasion these days but when i do, it’s because i don’t have a choice – something is going on in my mind or i’m listening to music and … Continue reading
“i’ve hung my happiness on what it all could be. and what it all could be. what it all, what it all could be.” i want to be a self-taught botanist. i want to acquire a bicycle and ride … Continue reading
pop stars do not often lay claim to the tiny bits of my beating heart. ella yelich-o’connor is no ordinary pop star. “lorde” has captured my attention. she’s weird, truly bizarre, but i don’t think she means to be. she … Continue reading
little cicada.
i found him earlier today.
he must have become caught between the screen and
glass panes of the kitchen window, and died on the sill.
when i was young, i spent hours collecting the delicate brown shells of resident cicadas, discarded ever so carefully on the conifer trees in my backyard. this was the beginning of a fascination, an obsession, even with the bits and pieces that creatures harmlessly leave behind. exoskeletons. feathers. antlers. scales. and finally, bones. i see them not as garbage, but as gifts, for what hope do we have if we can’t see beauty in the smallest parts of our world?
little cicada.
this entire post is entirely for you.
i can’t always find the words that i want so badly to write. today has been frustrating in that way. i yearn for those moments of intense concentration and perfect setting, when the inspiration a topic provides is enough to … Continue reading
these videos are some of my recent favorites, i hope you enjoy them as much as i do! ship my pants. ikea – time for a change. porn sex vs. real sex : the differences explained with food. the camp … Continue reading
7 days 7 posts 7 albums . . . day 4 i got a feeling we are gonna win our bodies make it perfect and your eyes can make me swim then again everything seems new i can barely hold … Continue reading