not of a place nor a person
but of a time
all of those moments prior to these
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polaroide
15 July 2008 @ 12:08 pm
not of a place nor a person
but of a time
all of those moments prior to these
15 July 2008 @ 12:06 pm
11 July 2008 @ 11:47 pm
12 July 2008 @ 12:18 am
Pisa, Italy
"What is the fatal charm of Italy? What do we find there that can be found nowhere else? I believe it is a certain permission to be human, which other places, other countries, lost long ago." -Erica Jong
11 July 2008 @ 09:13 pm
Caro nome che il mio cor
festi primo palpitar,
le delizie dell' amor
mi dêi sempre rammentar!
Col pensiero il mio desir
a te ognora volerà,
e pur l' ultimo sospir,
caro nome, tuo sarà.
From Rigoletto by Verdi
10 July 2008 @ 12:22 am
08 July 2008 @ 07:21 pm
lovers across the land
09 July 2008 @ 02:45 am
it's nice to feel at home in a place that isn't your own.
Current Music: baby we'll be fine- the national
08 July 2008 @ 12:16 am
sweet pea, apple of my eye
i don't know when, and I don't know why
but you're the only reason I keep on coming home
07 July 2008 @ 02:23 pm
Irvine, California
June 30, 2008
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. -Gertrude Jekyll
06 July 2008 @ 07:40 am
I sent you signals through the ocean,
sounds that only waves can carry.
and tonight,
the atlantic has never felt so far.
04 July 2008 @ 10:42 pm
Grow Grow Grow
I sowed a rose
Underneath the oak grove
With my boots on the ground
Into the earth I trampled it down
Grow grow grow
Grow Grow Grow - Pj harvey
30 June 2008 @ 12:53 pm
29 June 2008 @ 01:34 pm
Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span upon this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal. - Elizabeth Aston
27 June 2008 @ 12:14 pm
Polaparty
In rain,
In train,
Alive,
Alone.
My father was born.
His sun must die.
In grey,
In brain,
Future,
Gucci.
Nothing more than the me.
I am ended, c'est la vie.
In sky,
All mine,
Never,
Forever.
Flying over the heads,
Over money and over beds.
25 June 2008 @ 03:05 pm
lisboa
18 June 2008 @ 05:07 pm
and the silence; it became so very clear
that you had long ago disappeared.
i cursed myself for being surprised
that this didn't play like it did in my mind.
16 June 2008 @ 08:09 pm
kuala lumpur.
in the streests of thousands eyes,
i take the walk and i climb to the top
to reach where i want to be,
judgements.
16 June 2008 @ 06:48 pm
ominous
my mind has thunderstorms
that brood for heavy hours
until
they rain me words
my thoughts are drooping flowers
and sulking
silent
birds
16 June 2008 @ 02:13 pm
Guanajuato, Mexico
