30.

photos:





writing:

you
never
understand
how
small
you
are
or
how
big
the
world
is
until
you
look
up.

29.

photo:



[I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday, I was literally gone all day long, and all day today, too.]
[this is from the same series as the next one I'm posting]
[i love christmas lights]

:)

writing:

sometimes we meet these people
that strike us, that stop us still in time
and you feel this strong pullingtugging desire
to know them, to be close to them, to understand
what exactly these people are, inside and out.
and when I get these feelings,
when I notice this gorgeous, intimate desire
I can do nothing but follow it with the most
driven, excited, exhilarated curiosity
and I have never once regretted it.
it is in those moments of decision
that I bring upon my life
something entirely new.

28.

[upsiedaisy]


˙ʎɐp ʍǝu ɐ ɥʇɹoɟ pǝɯoɔןǝʍ puɐ
ǝʞoɹq uʍɐp ǝɥʇ sɐ ƃuıʇıuƃı sʇɥƃnoɥʇ
suıɐɹq ɹno oʇ sǝɥsnɹ pooןq ǝɥʇ sɐ
ɥsnןɟ pןnoʍ sʞǝǝɥɔ ɹno puɐ
sǝpıs ɹno punoɹɐ uʍop ʍǝɹƃ sǝǝɹʇ ǝɥʇ uǝɥʍ
ʇǝǝɟ ɹno ʇɐ ǝsoɹ uns ǝɥʇ uǝɥʍ
ןnɟıʇnɐǝq ǝq pןnoʍ ǝɟıן ʇnq
pooʇsɹǝpunsıɯ puɐ ʇsoן
pǝsnɟuoɔ puɐ uʍop ǝpısdn
ǝsɹǝʌıun sıɥʇ uı punoɹɐ ʞןɐʍ pןnoɔ ǝʍ os
˙noʎ pıp ɹǝɥʇıǝu 'uıɐƃɐ uǝɥʇ ʇnq
'dn sɐʍ ʎɐʍ ɥɔıɥʍ ʍǝuʞ ɹǝʌǝu ı

27.

photo:
this is called, "I'm too lazy to upload pictures from my camera so I'm using photobooth."
niice


writing:
[excerpt from my other blog]
i told you, from the very start,
"all i've ever wanted was to know you,
to be close to you, inside and out."
though our relationship seemed to teeter on the one i found
less important.
the physical affection was beautiful, but not why i came
not what i stayed for
not why i left.
i love you; not your body, not your curly hair, or your blue eyes,
not your freckles, or the scar on your nose,
not your subtle scent, or your quiet smile,
though all of those are beautiful to me,
that is not why i stayed, thats not what i loved.
i loved your mind, your perseverance, your empathy
and that's what abandoned me,
thats what left me alone.

26.

photo:


[I took this one before, but I didn't edit it till today. sorry my submission is an hour and 38 minutes late]

writing:

you tell me you want to see me more often
but I can't bring myself to say, "me too."
it hurts your feelings,
but I can't say I mind.
you put me here,
this was your choice.
you happy now?
because I am done trying for you
and I feel freer than I've ever felt
I'm gunna walk down the street singing,
so I'll keep a deliberate pace
let the damn breeze dry my face

25.

[Samson's Song]
reflects subjects objects none.
i sit in the dull afternoon light
wondering where you've been
yeah, I still wonder where you've been,
I still wonder why that silent chemistry went by the wayside,
why that warm scent passed when the flowers died.
the clouds move slowly on by
but it makes no difference to me
i've given up on you, though you still don't know
you hardly ever notice at all
its that de ja vu feeling that you recognize,
but never act on.
you've forgotten me
you forgot me long ago
and i wonder when you'll turn around
and realize i'm gone
realize i've been gone
realize i left a long time ago.
the bush outside my window is bare in the wintertime,
but the way the wind brushes it makes me melancholyfine.
i loved you once, but as all things do it ended with the seasons
it ended when the rain came, just as it began two years ago:
walking through the park with the water falling all around us,
i felt the start of something new.
thus it goes when the rain comes again
the dust turns to mud with the death of a friend.

24.

I've grown disgusted with idolization and obsession of individuals.
I want people to enjoy my company, but I don't want it to be because
life cannot be lived any other way.
I want people to have freedom in their lungs when they say,
"Sure, lets hang out. When are you free?"
I don't want to be a necessity,
And I don't want to have necessities.
I don't want to belong to anyone,
Nor have anyone belong to me.
I want to be free,
with the withering trees of fall and the birthing joy of dew drops.
All promise of regrets have died,
we have been born anew.

let this hopeful story begin.