May 31, 2011

Post Grad

(via Garance Dore).

"Is this that world? These the delights,
The love, the labors, the events,
Of which once we so fondly spoke?
And must all mortals wear this weary yoke?
Ah, when the truth appeared,
It better seemed to die!
Cold death, the barren tomb, didst thou prefer
To harsh reality."


Graduation Day

"Oh Sylvia, dost thou remember still
That period of thy mortal life,
when beauty so bewildering
Shone in thy laughing, glancing eyes,
As thou, so merry, so wise,
Youth's threshold then wast entering?"


May 17, 2011

(A Utilization Of My Basic and Halting French)

Je prends le train
dans le Maine
et promenade le long de cote.

C'est l'endroit que Je me sens le plus comme moi.

May 8, 2011

Straw Hat

I praise my honeysuckle happiness
and all the dreams that I have let die
and all the stern-eyed strangers who warned me
never to be shy.

Air Force Academy

in the Sunday morning sun on a leather seat by the windows in a cafe.

To my left,
a military man leans in
towards his clear eyed son
at fifteen
and says
"Live up to the plan."

May 2, 2011

(via The Sartorialist). 
"You think there is nothing out there for you but there is. You just can't see it."

May 1, 2011


I just can't decide if I want to be happy.