I love
9th July 11
Rachel Dawson. I’m posting on my tumblr for once just because of you…
You and your big dreams. You inspire me to want to start writing again!
14th June 11
a special place. to me, at least.
photo credit: Jeff Brown
not making this Return as epic as the Jedi
31st May 11
Or as epic as the Return of the King- but I’m not going to go into that to appropriately spare a controversial discussion over whether the first, second, or third part of the Lord of the Rings trilogy is the best one.
It is summertime again, which means its Tumblrtime again. Therefore, be prepared for new posts in the late, honey-yellow afternoons of June. Because being at home for the summer means that I need a host to accommodate the need to stimulate my creative composition.
But I think even more than that, I need an excuse to escape. So here goes.
4:39 p.m.
18th March 11
Honey trickled, viscous and golden, off the edge of my piece of toast. I noticed as the afternoon sunlight illuminated the syrupy droplets of substance now on the ground and proceeded to daydream about honey’s sweet, gooey consistency in my mouth.
Feeling the balm of the sun that was touching my shoulders and warming my back simply curtailed my acute sense of surrounding. My eyes closed for a second.
No more planning, no more frustration of schedules, no more self-managing. No more, no more, no more.
Notice the moment I’ve been given and revel in its glory.
That’s it.
12th March 11
Thinking about you makes me happy and devastated all at the same time. Its a pain that comes from within; a heartbroken that I’ve never felt from an almost lover or failed relationship. No, no, its a breaking of my heart that arrives in knowing how much you loathe yourself when I love you so much. Its a broken that comes from the hopelessness I feel whenever I have to tell myself that everything is out of my hands and that a melancholy destiny has tightened its grip instead.
Thinking about things like this I usually like to keep out of sight, out of mind. But I can’t get it off my mind anymore.
frustration
12th March 11
On a statistical average, I would judge that I make one too many mistakes throughout the course of a day. Each wrong move begins to build up and up, and before long I am left to remain and feeling like a failure.
Most of the time I don’t ever go to bed thankful that tomorrow will be a new day. Usually I am simply wishing I could go back and do everything correctly this time.
Each new day comes with its own new set of mistakes- more things to ruin, and more things to break. I wish I could end this post with a brighter tagline. But I got nothin’ right now.
really, ray
11th March 11
The sultry tones and soulful pain in your melody could slay me tonight. How has it taken me this long to buy Trouble? Talk about making me swoon with those bewitching vibratos and scoops in that breathy melody of grain.
I’ve never been more ready to fall asleep to the sound of rain outside my window accompanied by your song as tonight’s featured lullaby.
