Familiar
Relaxed- hardly acquainted; but
instantly connecting.
Warm, comforting.
But I always break these things.
Relaxed- hardly acquainted; but
instantly connecting.
Warm, comforting.
But I always break these things.
This guy once told me that the secret to a man’s heart was through food.
so, I bought him his favorite brand of beef jerky, always shared my candy with him, baked him brownies for his birthday. We fell in love, I made him a pizza. And then, after he ate all of my food, he changed his mind; he broke my heart.
There are lots of things to do right and lots of things to do wrong. It is not about “convincing” someone that you’re their gal. If you have to convince them, it probably won’t be so organic and pure. So raw, or genuine. It’s two-sided.. we all know that! More than that, though. It’s about the purpose we can give each other. Love isn’t about needing someone else, it is about being needed.
I consciously recognized that we all want to share our worlds with each other, everyone wants to teach their perspective and subtly influence us, and what musician wouldn’t want to share the sounds?
Common sense, common knowledge. But really, people don’t want to be gratified, they want to gratify. We express sentiment by sharing logic. Not by sharing food.
(Note: I never










Laurent Laveder - Moon Games
A series of shots that are focused around the moon, a whimsical rethinking of our nearest celestial body—as a lightbulb, a clock, a balloon. The moon can be harvested, snipped, or tossed between playmates. Laveder is able to capture the moon in all her shining glory, in an array of phases, including lunar eclipses.
Previously blogged on Arpeggia
(Source: thedailywhat)
I can explore the world as raw as it is with my thoughts and a companion, or I can pocket the sounds that I’ve collected.
I’m really busy finding something bigger than me. Even if that’s just the dirt and the rocks, I’ve got to move past these manmade things. The songs are in my head, anyway.
I am undoubtfully dependent on the idea of sharing every bit and every breath of my world with someone else.
I am also miserably specific about the people I will share my world with.
And when you’re picky, you can’t complain that you’re alone. Cause you’ve been pulling weeds, and
some people think wildflowers are weeds because nobody planted them there…
as a person I hate.
A letter of love composed on a train
Cream Soda
Tears
Clouds
A victory garden