Wednesday, September 22, 2010

look and see-saw

Sometimes you see little slices of the world that seem to be meant just for you. 

I was sitting on my porch in the early evening hours, and the sun was bathing the world in a rosy glow of orange and gold. The after-effects of a long, relaxing bike ride lingered in arms and legs, and I had never felt so comfortable in a wooden chair before. I had a tall glass of water on one side of me and the best book on the other. I set down my book, thought for awhile, and stared aimlessly across the street at the nearly empty neighborhood park. I suddenly realized what I was looking at. A young man and woman were there, standing on the teeter-totter, laughing together. They looked young; old enough to be dating-for-marriage, and young enough to be almost-newlyweds. They soon abandoned the teeter-totter for the swing-set, and then their car. Just as she was about to get in, he swept her into his arms, spun her around, set her back down and said, "You're it!" He then proceeded to run away. She mockingly tried to tag him, but failed miserably. He was not to be defeated. She laughed, he laughed. They walked to their car, and gave each other a tender kiss. He opened her door, got in the driver's seat, and drove away. 

I love love.
-The Format 

Monday, September 20, 2010

Sunday, September 19, 2010

extra, extra.

Nan Lawson. Look her up. I love these prints so much.

with a friend

Tell me your secrets, your wants, and your wishes.
Who do you emulate? 
Fly away with me to the blue, briny sea 
and we'll sit and speculate. 

The hours waltz by in a dizzying way, the measure of time obsolete. 
Decisions aren't made and nothing's arranged.
We enjoy all those things incomplete. 

Ivory keys and vibrating strings 
combine in a sweet consultation.
You sing the high part, and I'll sing the low, 
in a lovely and pure combination.

via weheartit


Sunday, September 12, 2010

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


everybody wants to love.


everybody wants to be loved.

-ingrid michaelson

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

discoveries and growing older.

I am myself.  I love being myself.

Senior Year is an interesting time. It is a time to enjoy. I have my friends; it is no longer my main priority to find people that I connect with. I already have strong connections. I'm making them stronger every day.

That doesn't mean I can't make new friends.
There are sophomores to smile at! Juniors to become acquainted with! Seniors to become reacquainted with!

I love it. I don't have to pretend to be anyone, anything, or any other person.

I'm just me.

I'm just myself.