snow please?

polaroids.

xo

i spend two minutes burning my fingers on matches, attempting to light the wick of a candle at the bottom of a glass jar, dropping matches in the solid wax until finally it lights.

sundays always have this whimsical element. 

any other day of the week you dread the sound of the 

next snooze button alarm, radio waves screaming in your ear, saying wake up!!! the worlds spinning too fast and you're wasting it away under your blankets; But on sundays you can turn it all off, pull the covers over your head until 2 pm and completely submit yourself to your beautiful, bizarre, unconscious dream world. and if you want spend the rest of the day making love, telephoning old friends free of charge, drinking tea, listening to records or re-reading books off your shelf, there's no hurry or worry to complete a days task.

 sunday's are oh so sweet. 

it's so cold and sad in portland, it seems appropriate to listen to him.

Lies about love

We are a liars, because 
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, 
whereas letters are fixed, 
and we live by the letter of truth. 
The love I feel for my friend, this year, 
is different from the love I felt last year. 
If it were not so, it would be a lie. 
Yet we reiterate love! love! love! 
as if it were a coin with a fixed value 
instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud. 

- D.H. Lawrence 

giant aloe.

byron.

austin, tx.

backyard of the dirt clan residence

high fidelity

austin.

enjoy.

attempting to make this face.

I should be sleeping

download

but I can't stop listening to this album. His words are full of mystery, magic and sorrow. 

sweet thing.

I've somehow managed to stumble into this lovely serendipitous series of events over the past two months. Life would be so sweet if it played like a record. You could pick up the needle and skip over the parts you can't stand and replay the beautiful parts again and again. 

goodbyes are so bittersweet.  I guess the sweetest things always have bad timing. Short stories are my favorite though, I like the open ends and the lack of resolution. It leaves the door wide open for all possibility. 

from my mind.