Wednesday, July 14, 2010

i don't know you, but i love you..




The Virgin Suicides...
reading it now, and I am hypnotized by it.
The bitter sweet melancholy swimming through my thoughts...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Postmarks "Let Go"

On and off and
on and off
the light switched places
with the shadow
and we lost power?



peonies are my new favorite flower



but i also love dandelions, they are so fragile..

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

the like poem

I like you
Sometimes in black and white
usually at night.
I like the pictures you make me,
they show up at perfect times.
They make me want to press my lips
to your sternum.
You make me want to come up from below.
also i want to bake you cookies.
I don't really like that girl you
used to date...
I like her hair,
but her generic style makes me cringe.
I especially like how when you think of her
you legitimately want to vomit.
I really like the way you hold me
just so I can breathe you in.
I also enjoy eating bagels
with shmear.
--with you.
I like how you
accept my veri baad speling errorz.
I like your beard,
I like your lips,
I like your fingertips.
I dig your style,
it's so come se dice....."Fleet Foxes?"
i want to take a million photographs
of you and send them to myself in the mail
so i can open them and smile every time.
Seattle.

I like you
like i you
you i like
uoy ekil i
oh hey.
i like you.


Je T'aime, Paris...
e tu.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

open owl face


I am attempting to get myself together, as far as school goes. i just sent off my transfer application to FAU. I went there two years ago so I'm hoping they will embrace me with open owl arms. If I am accepted I will have only about a year or two in order to receive my Bachelors in English Literature. That sounds so good, and feels good to say. So I am currently praying I am accepted. I plan to move out as soon as possible.

I've been having obscure dreams about what could be if all goes well for once in my life. I also realized I need to trim my hair. My locks are getting long. I always sort of dread cutting my hair. It's so sacred to me. I know they are dead cells, but I cherish them as part of me. So whenever I have enough dough I will have to go through that Hell. Oh, and mother and I are fighting again. What else is new in a young girls life? 21 comes with it's negatives..
Things are a little tough for me right now. Mainly out of uncertainty. I hate not having a straight answer. Please let the relief come soon.
On top of it all...
I miss Jonathan. More than I ever thought I would. Things are quiet now that he is so far away. Though we speak constantly on the phone or through skype, its not the same. I miss the warmth! Counting the days to see his beautiful face once again.
<3

Sunday, June 27, 2010

the super stone

I dream in silk. I don't like to dream in cinder blocks like my closed-minded com padres. Although--silk can stain...but blocks can break. Still, I'm just happy I dream. That's pleasure enough for me.
Have you ever realized you spent a portion of your life in auto pilot? My feet took me somewhere new. I follow where my legs take me most of the time. In other words, I mainly just take what like throws at me. Even if it's something massive and destructible. Anyway, i like that I followed my toes. These babies can now bask in the glory of a hard and lonely search for human connection.

I came across a stone on the beach the other day. Not a shell but a stone. I instinctively picked it up and washed off the grainy sand in the water. But then I thought to myself, I just got so much joy out of finding this stone, I cant take it and risk some other person, with my odd taste in smoothly shaped Florida stones, not discovering it. So I placed in back in the sand where it belongs. I hope you find it.

Also, it sometimes feels like winter even though I know it's not..

Friday, April 9, 2010

where

im a little lost.



and i really want to see joshua james.
he's coming to georgia, april 23 i think.
i wish someone other than me know of him.
he is so grand.

Monday, April 5, 2010

falling slowly

I am, believe it or not, sometimes at a loss for words.
Oh, Glen, serenade me.



i thought this tiny desk concert described my current mood.
now i believe I shall make some tomato soup and take a nap.
I never do that.
Cool,
cool.