Not too impressed with one of LA’s pumpkin patches. No hot cider. No cider donuts 👎#bummer #cry #pose #LA #pumpkins #fall
I get presents when directors don’t show up for their smoothies. #urthcafe #mangostrawberrybanana #tunnelpost #work #delish #idonthateit
Flames, Figures, and Frames #candles #journal #elephant #dancer #pictures #bedsidetable
My time best spent…
The last few months of reading have been great!
Don’t hate us cause you ain’t us #tbt #aceofbase #sickmoves #elbowcity #watchout @emjones726
Ilgunas does not join the army, nor does he work at a slaughterhouse, nor does he become unrecognizable. Instead, he takes charge, first with a job at a remote camp in Alaska called Coldfoot, above the Arctic Circle, a terrain so majestic it “ought to be introduced with the sounding of a Chinese gong.” Then he lives in a van. And then he writes a book.
These ladies keep me company while I read on my balcony…
Sculpture and Beta
Buckling walls in this small room that has captured a lifetimes worth of worth
Ruminating in a room that no longer gives back like it used to
And when the dawn breaks through the breaks in the blinds, I rise because I never slept
I never sleep
This childhood room is devoid of the magic it once possessed
And the vividness of a different time still remains…
We tramped through the pastured hills of what was our yesterday
We settled on a mound of green- a colorful sea of flowers made cushions for us to rest upon
We spoke in metaphors because they carried weight and peace- they seemed to come so easy
In this yesterday all was profoundly simple
There was nothing negotiable; there were no extraordinary measures that needed to be taken
In this yesterday we were children
We were not fragile. We were innocent.
We did not know pain. We did not recognize fear.
And you looked so beautiful in your faded blue jeans and white T-shirt – like a model for a cigarette ad out of an old magazine
Your bare feet hugged the sifting soil like you were old friends
In this yesterday you spoke riddles and rhymes when no metaphors were left
They made me smile
And resting there beside you, we swept time.
Then you were gone…
And all that’s left are these four buckling walls.