see ya summer!

hello fall!! this summer was, needless to say, ridiculous. so much turmoil and frustration and disappointment. i found the only thing to do was read, and try to move through the cycle- which always has a light at the end of the tunnel somewhere (if you are able to see it/ don't give up by then). luckily the last new moon brought me all the new things in my life i was waiting for. everyone has to have the shit kicked out of them to appreciate the important things i suppose. i feel stronger and have a more clear picture of my future now. every day things seem to be getting better!

and im excited about fall! trips to the mountains, bonfires, football (yes, somehow), sweaters, hot apple cider, and my car not breaking down so much.
this is gonna be good..

Video

watch this.

Islands No You Don't
Of Montreal Id Engager

Solitude

i am coming for you.


When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude. William Wordsworth

Violent passions are formed in solitude. In the busy world no object has time to make a deep impression. Henry Home

Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone. Paul Tillich

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

Moon Bag

to put your dreams in.

'71 Fun Van

perfection. mrs.driver hits the road.

Explosions in the Sky

countdown. sept 30th. orange peel. yessss

Special

i miss my brother

No More Buggin.

(listen)

I Want You

Mountain

this mountain
is a shroud

a bear sleeping
a cry in the wind
that becomes the wind
and came from the wind

(yet the wind blows it away)

it is speckled with fresh water splashing
feel it cool on your hands

KITTEN!

love.

Rumi

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

Meet Elliott

Drive All Over Town (until he tracks her down)
Between the Bars (from Good Will Hunting)
Last Call (epic) (i love this song)
Good to Go (so beautiful)
Needle in the Hay (with Royal Tenenbaums scene)
The White Lady Loves You More (h note) (ps she doesn't)

Last Interview

Totally Pretty

Shooting Star

Last night,
I saw the realm of joy and pleasure.
There I melted like salt;
no religion, no blasphemy,
no conviction or uncertainty remained.
In the middle of my heart,
a star appeared,
and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
-Rumi

look out for the Orionids- October 16-27
listen to this song by Joan Osborne

HOROSCOPES FOR EVERYONE!!

TP

how i love a good teepee

Kerouac + Klee

good dudes. get to know them if you dont.

Layla

seriously the sweetest puppy ive ever met. whoever adopted her is SO LUCKY. i get sick thinking by some accident of fate this beautiful creature was put to sleep. i only hung out with her a few times but i miss her so much!!!

Light it up

so pretty. hand blown glass from ABC Carpet and Home

look at all these epic chairs!!
which one is your favorite?

Truth

Bed Time

Run

Run with me
(my love)
do not let go of my hand

i wont keep you behind.

Run- by Kathleen Edwards (listen)

Black Steps

of the danish persuasion.

SC

sooo... the 2 of us haven't been getting along so well lately. its a shame, at this point in my life i really just want my own safe space, my own community, to make my magic happen. everything in my body is telling me to get out of here before its too late, to shake off and let go of the past, so i can make something of myself. i just dont see it happening here.

i aint mad atcha girl, its not totally your fault. but if you have any other friends youd like to introduce me to, im game.

Pink.

its pretty good.

If..

you truly loved me, you would make me this. recipe right over here

W.B Yeats

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.