February 2012
2 posts
It is eighty nine degrees outside right now and the last time I checked, it was still February and I should still be able to wear sweaters and drink hot tea.
I just wish I lived in a gigantic city so I didn’t have to worry about running into someone all the time, you know?
January 2012
8 posts
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I don’t know, I’m pretty weird and I do things backwards and I like the wrong things and I like to be alone sometimes and I scratch at the skin on my fingers and they are not long like fingers that play the piano but they do what they are supposed to and I guess that is okay and I stole my brother’s rum once and I only took a few sips because my little sister was there and well I...
I’ve always felt so much older than I actually am.
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I don’t know, I just want to be a botanist or a biologist or something without having to go to school for forever. Learning is my most favorite thing in the whole entire world, I just like to do it by myself, you know?
December 2011
11 posts
“He knows that when you snap a mast it’s time to get a set of oars or learn how...”
– War of the Foxes; Richard Siken
I’ve been making paper horses all night and three of them are named Cornelius, Genevieve, and Eleanor. I think they are going to be gifts. Tomorrow, there is a Christmas parade and a truck full of old things to put in the store. I like to touch all of the books and polaroid pictures. I could do without the furniture. I kind of just want to go to the thrift stores down the road and look for...
“She’s mending the rain with her hair.
She’s turning the darkness on.”
– Richard Brautigan, December 24 (via ocean-eyed)
November 2011
30 posts
Anonymous asked: i adore your blog! what would your perfect day be like?
“Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide...”
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from Sculptor’s Daughter, by Tove Jansson
(via vashti)
Anonymous asked: What songs and people do you listen to?
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I am sitting in the back room at work making paper cranes instead of you know, actually working. Because that consists of moving incredibly old and incredibly heavy things to the auction building. Which does not sound as fun as making paper cranes right now, obviously.
“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.”
– J.D. Salinger (via beautyisanillusion)
“The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be...”
– E.E. Cummings (via mirroir)
things
playing scrabble at three in the morning
the sound of a film camera
a boy laying on the couch, playing guitar
the weather getting cold for the first time
a kitten sleeping on your chest
“If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to...”
– Christopher Morley (via 15natives)
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When I talk to someone, I want to be able to say things like what do you associate with open spaces or suspension bridges or a glass of water and not things like hi how are you or nice weather today, isn’t it?
I walked to the lake today and it was so windy that I couldn’t breathe and just so, so, gorgeous and gray like it could snow at any minute even though it was probably like sixty five degrees and I was actually cold. Cold. That is a foreign concept to me. I want to live in Antarctica. I want to feel real cold. Maybe I should start with Alaska. I’ve never even seen snow. Except for in a...
