WORD of the DAY:

Welt·schmerz[velt-shmerts]

noun German .

1) sorrow that one feels and accepts as one's necessary portion in life; sentimental pessimism.
2) mental depression or apathy caused by comparison of the actual state of the world with an ideal state.

words are whispers.

actions are sirens.

luau in january

postcard from brooklyn

andrew bird- happy day

he had yet to realize:

one can not get to know someone solely based on 
only one of the member's terms;

no partnership can come of such self-centered nature.

i take my boots for walks.

i will breathe

again.

"distance has a way

of making

love

understandable"

this is my newest little idea that came to life.

using a palette knife, i painted the background with a few layers of blue on watercolor paper.

i then hand-stitched that little balloon of love with a very thick needle (as to not bend it as i pierced the thick paper).

manifest 

kindness 

goodness

sweetness

happiness 

loveliness

hopefulness

"arriving from always, 
you'll go away everywhere."

-arthur rimbaud

❝ You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You’ll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there. ❞

Pablo Neruda

 

"patience is also a form of action."

"meaning is not in things,

but in between them."

love is worth the search.

why'd you let me go?

walk off the earth- 

somebody that i used to know 
(gotye cover)

anything can change;

there are so few absolutes in this world.

"impatience is a good indicator that you are not experiencing."

 no, i can't kiss you;

if i gave my lips frivolously then i would have lost and ached in absolute vain.

i am my breath.

i am my breath.

i am my breath.

last american buffalo- yucca bacatta

this is my friend's band.

babes.

remember to be gentle with yourself.

lykke li- hanging high

i miss him.

happy new year.

my resolution: to do something that i am proud of every day.

i am such a sucker for a sign.

" . . . well, i don't know what you should do. some people may recommend that you sit back and let him miss you a little. but me, as a fellow romantic, i'd go for it and let my heart bleed all over the place . . . "