December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!

(could Joseph be any more perfect)?

December 30, 2011


I've forgotten how sweet long drives through the country can be.

December 29, 2011

love is a waiting game
come on and run my way.

December 28, 2011

(via Vogue).
conversations turn odd after two am
on the day after christmas
with rain splashing the windows and thundering each tree
we huddled in the bathroom
too frightened to be alone


nervous in the front seat of what could be in the back
kettering and so
afraid of our own ghosts.

December 27, 2011

December 26, 2011

3 AM

(by Sally Mann).

December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas from Atlanta, friends!

December 23, 2011

December 22, 2011


the worst part of it all will
come fifteen minutes later
after the door has closed
and the nose has blown
and the cage has locked


it will find you
bleary and sober
pinching tears from the corner of
the right eye


it will quietly
moan like a scared kettle
right before it shrieks

and you will know that all
the collateral collapsing damaging
is you

and you will know
that the remaining weight
of all the words is the
velvet knowledge that you'll try to forget:

in every scenario
and here too,
it is your fault.

you'll never
take the blame.

December 21, 2011

December 19, 2011

(via Jewel of the South).

December 18, 2011

We know the sound of two hands clapping.
But what is the sound of one hand clapping?

A Zen Koan
(via Rookie).

December 15, 2011


and everything is exactly the same but feels so foreign.

December 14, 2011

Cafe Lalo.

Post-Finals celebratory tea time.

December 10, 2011

Thanks, Jewel of the South.

And everything, I mean every single thing, is going to go how it should.
I believe that with my whole heart.
Everything happens for a reason.
And it is going to be okay.
We will wake up tomorrow and we will start over.
And it may suck-that happens some days.
Maybe we don’t even start over, maybe we just keep going.
It’s supposed to though-it’s supposed to suck sometimes.
You’re supposed to hurt on certain days.
I am meant to feel on top on the world one week and then cry in my bed the next.
I am going to make a bad grade on that test because I deserved it.

We don’t feel like smiling tonight-we will later.
The weekend will come-your break will too.
I will look forward to coffee in the morning because I love to.

And you and I, and us, we all are going to be exactly as we should.

Fly Away Home.

(via phosophenes).

December 8, 2011


they said of you, often
that you were a case of untapped potential
a one day smash
a soon enough success

and so, they
read you Machiavelli and built for you a glass
house with a wide gate and a middling view.

they said of me, often
that I was a case of unnoticed dreaming
a glad wanderer
a forever child

and so, they
read me E.B. White and built for me a canvas
house with a breezy arch and a crying door.

December 6, 2011

December 5, 2011

chain smoking the night away...

Holiday Blues.

(via Jewel of the South).

December 4, 2011

Symphony No. 10

I finger seeds and think only of your pores
and a blade of grass on the back seat of a cab
becomes the one whisker
that you've missed shaving at two p.m. 
this afternoon.

(I want to tell you that) you smell like my grandfather
and that, while swallowing smiles in the back row of Avery Fischer
I wondered if all these harmonics and all of you
was simply maya,

towards the apartment door
with key in lock and eye by tree
I bit my tongue for esprit de l'escalier,
things I've lost the chance to say.

December 2, 2011

November 29, 2011

Motion Sickness.

Archemedes and I (together),
in a revolving door.
Here's the lever and the fulcrum--
We'd turn the axis all around,
if there was just one place left (firm to stand).


(by Sally Mann).
the infamous moment has come…
when I have to call home and ask for money
to pay for the week's trains.

paycheck, why you no here?!

November 28, 2011

(via The Land Between the Mountains).

November 27, 2011

November 26, 2011


Everything before 'I love you' just doesn't count.


(via Jewel of the South).

November 25, 2011


the middling
the mindless
the let me justs
the don'ts the nevers
the worst case naysayers
the wait the come backs
the rip your blinders off
the twist the rearviews
the forget about its
the i told you so's and the
i won't say it buts
to the diagnostics
and the born agains
to the miracle makers
to the false
the free
the fair
the few
the forgotten
fucked up

I'll say


let it be.
let it become.

November 24, 2011

Happy Holidays.

(and welcome to my life).

…and the friend zone wins again.

November 23, 2011


10 pm

"My dad used to tell me:
'Whatever you just did, don't do it again.'
But you see, its in my personality.

11:15 pm

I'm so sad, I just might not make it through this song. 
My dad used to tell me that too.
'There's money in sadness, kid.'
Razor's edge."


"Do you remember that time
we found a bag of amphetamines on the ground
in DC?"

"Yeah man, I took care of that."

"Our nation's capitol."

November 22, 2011

(via phosphenes).

November 21, 2011

I'm Not The Person That I Once Was.

(And I'm trying not to remember your name).

November 20, 2011

Why won't you let go of my head?

November 19, 2011



We named the river
and overcame the moon.

We made hard mistakes
and when it rained,
our cigarettes were surrounded.

Underneath tunnels on long drives
hearts pound,
and the dashboard breathes in time.

could(n't) bring me down.

November 18, 2011

Now That I'm Older.

Something deep and watchful in the child knows that this is bound to end, is already ending. In a moment someone will get up and turn on the light. Then the old folks will remember the children and they won't talk any more that day. And when light fills the room, the child is filled with darkness. He knows that every time this happens he's moved just a little closer to that darkness outside. The darkness outside is what the old folks have been talking about. It's what they've come from. It's what they endure. The child knows that they won't talk any more because if he knows too much about whats happened to them, he'll know too much too soon, about what's going to happen to him.

James Baldwin


(via Beauty Captured).

November 17, 2011

Help Me(ow).

I don't think I can handle today.
Too busy.
Too tired.
Too awkward.

November 16, 2011

November 15, 2011

Another Rainy Day.

(via Jewel of the South).

November 14, 2011

(via Jewel of the South)
I just never felt so fantastically rocky in my entire life.

Franny and Zooey.

November 13, 2011

I Can't Make You Love Me.

Justin, you're breaking my heart all over again.

November 12, 2011


I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing 
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.


Weekend Funk.

Shyness is nice and shyness can stop you 
from doing all the things in life that you'd like to.

November 10, 2011

November 9, 2011

(via The Sartorialist).


(Ronnie Spector).

November 8, 2011


(grow again) acquainted dear,
to patterns of persistence,
to habits of hopelessness


(we've known) black ash,
blistered bruises
the back seats of cars
and the gray, cold space beneath the bleachers


(i fear) the shadow followed us here,
to lay its head on my shoulder
to clasp the palm of your hand.


(via The Graduate).

November 7, 2011

November 6, 2011

Only One.

I am the only one who thinks I'm going crazy 
and I don't know what to do.


(via Jewel of the South)

November 5, 2011

City Wishing.


                                                                                       (via FashionToast).

November 3, 2011

Gary Cooper.

Don't Call Again.

You'd later say
(months away)
I was the only 
girl you'd ever loved
but I was not the only girl
that never loved you.

To All I Left Behind.

All that forced
wasn't better than nothing at all
and when the plane took off
I didn't think of you.

or all or none or

I don't owe you anything.

October 30, 2011


everyone leaves in the end.

October 26, 2011

Sorry That...

I've been turning this blog into… a tumblr.
I promise someday soon I'll actually write something worth releasing onto the internetzz.

until then!

If Only.

(via The Sartorialist).

October 25, 2011


makes for a bad start to the morning.

October 24, 2011


Up With The Birds.


October 23, 2011


let it go--the
smashed world broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length 
wise--let it go it
was sworn to 
let them go--the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers-- you must let them go they
were born
               to go
let all go--the
big small middling 
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things--let all go
     so comes love

e.e. cummings

October 22, 2011

Let's Just Be Honest.


I longed for the smell of the purple Iris to be enough--
sickly sweet and
my favorite colour at seventeen
in the front yard by
the path where every Easter
I had worn
a yellow hat
with a wide brim and a long bow.

October 21, 2011

Train Reading.

The fog leans one last moment on the sill.
Under the mistletoe of dreams, a star--
As though to join us at some distant hill--
Turns in the waking west and goes to sleep.

Hart Crane 

October 20, 2011

October 18, 2011


caffeine + nyquil + nicotine + amphetamines = this god damn week.

October 15, 2011


(by Cindy Sherman)
"As there is nothing from the first, Where does the dust itself collect?" -Hui Neng

October 13, 2011


(via Try) 

"All the people you fall for that you keep to yourself, whether they're in your life, or on a screen, or in a book, are pieces of a romantic part of yourself that continually builds, breaks, and builds up again until you find what it is you are looking for."                                                                                                             -Pixie