i imagine us together on a bus somewhere. like berlin or dublin ( Read more... )

the polaroid images fell from between the pages of my book on plant etymology.
between cocoa beans and callalillies.
i fell.
my face was young(er).
eyes.
passionate.
determined.
your name. my heart.
all there.
in the palm of my hand.

front row center at morrissey ( Read more... )

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origami workshops and indian princesses.
sinus headaches and side splitting laughter.
notorious b.i.g.'s ONE MORE CHANCE on repeat in the car and phone calls from the brooklyn baby.

all in all, not a bad weekend.

oooooooh.

p.s.

holiday inn showers and DO NOT DISTURB signs.

i just finished my unit plan on social activism... not bad.

my thoughts keep drifting back to being someone's art baby... brooklyn...
and how my passenger seat is in the same position you left it nearly a month ago.
a month.
feels like a year.

i'm nostalgic for new experiences.

think about THAT.

factory girl and 40 oz.'s <3.
dead serious.

i really do long for a time when an artist steals the lime light from pop princesses and
heiresses.
a time when beautiful muses overshadowed the celebrity power-couple.

i want a revolution.
i want paint splatters to replace bloodshed.
i want cigarette butts to replace ammunition shells.

revolt.

mike giant neck tattoos.

get ready.

your writing hangs on my walls ( Read more... )

i've been learning about professionalism ( Read more... )