unless it's kicks, man

Found this in my notes (wanting?)

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 14:04:38 -0400

Words that come effortlessly and braids and petals in my hair and perfect auric light and friends who are strange but so beautiful and closeness with my mom and zero longing and a thrown-together but always put-together look and a clean house and travels and the angle of cheekbones and someone who fumbles and reaches for me in his sleep and reckless abandon and a full but not heavy heart and Kenneth’s self-appreciation and growth and comfort learning and love.

Don’t drift to the one who could fill all the rooms in your body with light, who, next to you,...

Wed, 23 May 2012 12:13:47 -0400

Don’t drift to the one who could fill all the rooms in your body with light, who,
next to you, woke up

on an October morning with four fingers under your ribcage: “It feels like I’m holding your heart in my hand”

(you are, you do)

Store each word, heavy and hidden in your veins.

Know yourself every day:

Your hard edges, your dreams.

Breathing place

Wed, 23 May 2012 12:12:17 -0400

Breathing place

“We come in a set, in a pair, in a unit.” I met Kiira at Tryst yesterday for tea and a very strong...

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 10:41:00 -0500

“We come in a set, in a pair, in a unit.”

I met Kiira at Tryst yesterday for tea and a very strong spiked cider and photos. We paid our bill just in time to catch that magic half-hour of light that makes everything look safe and beautiful. After we hugged goodbye, she asked, “Can we be actual friends? Like, real, actual friends?”

Dixit is like Apples to Apples, but with pictures. I got lost on the drive home last night around midnight. I so badly wanted to fall asleep when I finally made it home but couldn’t. There was something I needed but didn’t want to admit to myself. Instead, I opened the window above my bed, let the cold air fill my apartment, and sweated under my comforter until the sky turned a light gray and Lightening Crashes indicated 6:30AM.

I want the summer and all the things it holds.

I want somebody to take this kind of photos of

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 10:33:43 -0500

I want somebody to take this kind of photos of

:)

Thu, 01 Mar 2012 13:51:06 -0500

I bought the 35mm after two months of reading reviews and emotionally preparing myself to spend almost $1400 in one swipe. It is the most beautiful thing I own, currently. But mostly, I like that I carefully saved up for it, how I could afford it, and the potential I purchased with it. Glowing.

Well, when you put it that way...

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 22:16:34 -0500

“What the fuck am I doing with my life?”
“Friends. Drink. Music. Repeat.”

I need to wash my sheets.

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 15:23:37 -0500

I need to wash my sheets.

Anna Malmberg, By Romy Ryan James

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 08:46:29 -0500

Anna Malmberg, By Romy Ryan James

Want

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 06:28:36 -0500

Want

Anna Malmberg

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:41:26 -0500

Anna Malmberg

Three days in California

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:39:00 -0500

nixed my pent-up anxiety, albeit temporarily. Janet tells us that so much emotion is carried in your throat, and she’s absolutely right. The cycle of tighten-strain-empty, the lump, and the ache found its way back to me as soon as I stepped off the plane. While breathing in toasty Santa Monica air and walking barefoot along the dock with nobody to have to talk to or listen to, I was lighter. Words are weighted and they bind to you.

First night back home: my grandpa’s in a coma from pneumonia and a stroke and from being ninety, a dirty living room, 7-11 wine, other people’s problems, and the sinking feeling in my stomach when my phone started flashing like a firefly. I got pulled over in the rain on my way home for speeding and swerving and making an incorrect turn. He saw the wine in my cup holder, but let me go with a “be careful.”

I loved California for its orange light, for sitting with Arielle on her porch for hours with every single candle lit, and for how it felt and was so far away.

south of the south: Someone sat down one day and WROTE this.

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:16:13 -0500

south of the south: Someone sat down one day and WROTE this.:

screamedthedustspeck:

“This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand and touch the corners of the world. The world is bundled up in this room….

Well this is all just a big fucking mess. The inside of my head is a mangled tape cassette. ...

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 16:24:58 -0500

Well this is all just a big fucking mess. The inside of my head is a mangled tape cassette. I’ve been sitting at my desk peeling split ends since lunch.

I hope I don’t turn this blog into a outlet for my vague venting.

So, onward!

Photo

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 11:24:36 -0500

I miss the sitting-outsides of summer, and the warmth and levity...

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 11:19:31 -0500

I miss the sitting-outsides of summer, and the warmth and levity of it, and I miss shooting with my Holga.

you being in love - e.e. cummings

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 11:02:43 -0500

you being in love
will tell who softly asks in love,

am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely
to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:
entirely having in my careful how
careful arms created this at length
inexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from several
persons: believe me that strangers arrive
when i have kissed you into a memory
slowly, oh seriously
-that since and if you disappear

solemnly
myselves
ask “life, the question how do i drink dream smile

and how do i prefer this face to another and
why do i weep eat sleep-what does the whole intend”
they wonder. oh and they cry “to be, being, that i am alive
this absurd fraction in its lowest terms
with everything cancelled
but shadows
-what does it all come down to? love? Love
if you like and i like,for the reason that i
hate people and lean out of this window is love,love
and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason
that i do not fall into this street is love.

Photo

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 10:28:53 -0500