quite warm

clocks to splinters,

but time goes forward
and when them trees drop leaves

your feet collect their memories
i guess all us snakes

find our tails pretty damn tasty

history sticks to your feet

modest mouse

and everything is going to the beat. and everything is going to the beat. and everything is going to the beat.

skull by ken goodall

they couldn't think of something to say

the day you burst

with all their lions and all their might and all their thirst

they crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin

against the walls

against your rules

against your skin

sleepyhead

passion pit

as candles

image by chemamdoz

‘ love is where you find it.

i think it is foolish to go around looking for it,

and i think it can be poisonous.

i wish people who are conventionally supposed to love each other

would say to each other, when they fight,

'please - a little less love,

and a little more common decency'. ’

- kurt vonnegut

have you seen this film?

well, i'm pushing myself

to finish this part

i can handle a lot

but one thing i'm missing

is in your eyes

eyes

rogue wave

image: new math by craig damrauer

sihir bellydance ensemble

you get some people that smirk knowingly

and picture you as a stripper

for the rest of the time they know you.

you get some that raise their eyebrows

disapprovingly, maybe, or just uncomfortable.

you get some that burst into laughter

because they just can't picture it.

mostly, though, people

are just plain shocked.

sihir means magic;

sihir means the time of night just before dawn

when you see things that aren't there.

to me,

sihir means being a surprise.

and that's what i like best of all.

away

there are angels

in your angles

there's a low moon

caught in your tangles

of angels and angles

the decemberists

3.10

candy bars, metals, trophies, and stressful days

still she dreams,

dreams of 5K

different place, fast turnover has gone away

but still she dreams of 5K

the calendar was set in stone

now cracked in half

but not unknown

5K

matt & kim

and in the daylight, i don't pick up my phone, cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home.

i miss yellow lines in my roads

some color on monochrome

maybe i'll paint them in myself

maybe i'll paint them in myself

and with just half of a sunburn
new yellow lines that i earned
step back and here comes the night time
step back and here comes the night time

daylight

matt & kim

we forget

but my head's to the wall

and i'm lonely

new slang

the shins

the wait

florence and the machine

haunted

ain't it sad, though ain't it true

there's no more space

for me and you

no space in this realm

akron/family

image: austinkleon.com

math of summer

4 hours of sleep a night

9 hours of class/lab a day

5 hours of work

1 meal

4 textbooks/workbooks

4 exams

10 minutes outside

1 semester of organic chemistry, only in a matter of weeks instead =

1 ticket to pure hell

i know i'm whining.

i know it's my choice.

shutting up in 3, 2, 1.

(butseriouslyohmygod.)