They float to the sea where you're held.
I was fully consumed,
but I don't know what it is I'm without.
My name is written in the clouds,
But you never dream.
Trouble Man by: Electric Guest
8.01.2012
This Head I Hold
Little rivers with small words,
They float to the sea where you're held.
I was fully consumed,
but I don't know what it is I'm without.
My name is written in the clouds,
But you never dream.
Trouble Man by: Electric Guest
They float to the sea where you're held.
I was fully consumed,
but I don't know what it is I'm without.
My name is written in the clouds,
But you never dream.
Trouble Man by: Electric Guest
6.15.2012
More Than Being Heard
They say that there's such a thing
as dreaming too much about freedom.
The dreams I have, are my reality.
My inner-most thoughts and feelings.
The strokes of keys,
My tumbling thoughts.
Freedom is just another word,
But words are for more than being heard.
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Jacksonville by: Sufjan Stevens
as dreaming too much about freedom.
The dreams I have, are my reality.
My inner-most thoughts and feelings.
The strokes of keys,
My tumbling thoughts.
Freedom is just another word,
But words are for more than being heard.
---
Jacksonville by: Sufjan Stevens
6.13.2012
Discolored Shapes
When you look back you don't see yourself,
You see problems, smells, and feelings.
The flowers are melting and wilting,
The books are burning from the inside out.
The letters dropping one by one,
Into a pile of discolored shapes
That will never form the same words twice.
Dreamers are believers,
That's how you buy into a dream.
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You see problems, smells, and feelings.
The flowers are melting and wilting,
The books are burning from the inside out.
The letters dropping one by one,
Into a pile of discolored shapes
That will never form the same words twice.
Dreamers are believers,
That's how you buy into a dream.
---
Publish My Love by: Rogue Wave
6.10.2012
Lines & Feelings
Things are weird.
Colors look like they've never before.
Was it that I saw them dull or neon,
Maybe I was happy, maybe I wasn't.
The breeze feels different and my room smells off.
The stench of you has gone away,
I smell like myself again.
Lavender, sandalwood, cotton.
My eyes have been stripped,
I only see lines and feelings.
What if my dreams aren't the problem.
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–Wake Up : Motopony
PS- You should follow my fashion blog, it gets updated much more
Colors look like they've never before.
Was it that I saw them dull or neon,
Maybe I was happy, maybe I wasn't.
The breeze feels different and my room smells off.
The stench of you has gone away,
I smell like myself again.
Lavender, sandalwood, cotton.
My eyes have been stripped,
I only see lines and feelings.
What if my dreams aren't the problem.
...
–Wake Up : Motopony
PS- You should follow my fashion blog, it gets updated much more
4.15.2012
Secret Worlds Inside
it's been getting warmer lately and now we have rain. i can't complain in the least. except..exams are closer and that means i should probably study. probably. instead i take pictures and drink coffee.
sunrise above the clouds :: dutch mints make any day brighter
She did not need much, wanted very little.
A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water,
kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed,
and to love and be loved in return
-Starra Neely Blade
the city lights fuel my soul :: sprinkles cupcakes–death at its finest
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”
-Hafiz
early morning breakfast with blackberries :: eva keeps me company
Everybody has a secret world inside of them.
All of the people of the
world, I mean everybody.
No matter how dull and boring they are on the
outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable,
magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds.
Not just one world. Hundreds of them.
Thousands maybe.
-Neil Gaiman, The Sandman
Smile by: Madeleine Peyroux
4.04.2012
restoring joy
our mouths were filled with laughter
our tongues they were loosed with joy
restore us oh lord, restore us oh lord
although we are weeping lord help us keep sowing
the seed of your kingdom for the day you will reap them
your sheaths we will carry
lord please do not tarry
all those who sow weeping will go out with songs of joy.
...
4.01.2012
Small Joys
the small joys in life are getting me through the rest of the semester
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It is not easy … to wait. Waiting is what the hunter does, and the poet and the slugger. He waits for the moment of inevitability and fate and then he swings, or shoots, or takes up the pen to put down a line. They don’t teach us to wait in America; they teach us to grab. But waiting is what we do when we are looking for something beautiful, when we are looking for an end to our sorrow. Nothing is infinite in life, not even sorrow. You just have to wait.
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We'll fall just like stars being hung by only string
Everything, everything, here is gone
No map can direct how to ever make it home
...
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
-Pablo Picasso
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I Don't Feel It Anymore : William Fitzsimmons
3.24.2012
Travelers Bug
i've been on spring break...thus the lack of posts. i also caught the traveler's bug.
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the bean
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the kiss by rodin
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national gallery of art
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cherry blossoms
...Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret?
Lemony Snicket: Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding
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Snow Mazes of Norway: Jenny Dalton
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