January 2012
Wabi-Sabi.
justabitofsilliness:
“A way of living life that focuses on finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay.”
Japanese.
December 2011
Well.. thus far tonight has gone really well.. I’m still trying to get ready to go out. My uncle and grandpa have gotten in a huge fight, my senile grandpa ran away from home, my uncle pulled an art nuvo bookcase away from the wall to look for an outlet and then my grandparents blood hound crashed into it and cut his hip open so now they are all at the vet, the antique glass is broken, and I...
“I take my cane to feel the way, for the air is so black I think already we are...”
– Louise Erdrich, from The Plague of Doves (thanks, stillvolcanolife)
and maybe when the night comes youll open up again
and maybe next spring will bring you back again
and maybe you will be the one
Poem for the the blue scarf
the goldfish bowl and the ivy
you were traveling
over pavement and that jungle
lets go there and burn shit
break bottels behind the wa wa
I was only tagging along
I never watched you sleep
watched you run up the stairs
painted pink pants
with black ink
finger tips talk sometimes
by the culvert long hair
then you were tagging along
then I left
but if you looked at me
I would try
to...
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them...”
– Hermann Hesse (via selfinspiration)