Saturday, November 30, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Missing the boy
This photo was taken November 18th, 2013. It had been a month since I had seen him. I was lucky enough to make it to two shows in LA. One was at the Roxy in West Hollywood and the second was at The Chain Reaction in Anaheim. I've been home since last Sunday and I am so grateful to have been able to spend time with my family and be in the company of love and reminders of my childhood and youth. I long for the days when I would race my siblings to get the mail because we thought it was super exciting to talk to our neighborhood mailman[who we see every so often when we come home for the holidays-if we are lucky-he's a sweet British man and remembers my whole family] anyways, I'm getting sidetracked! ADD anyone? Okay, back to the original thought. I am home for another day and a half and am currently in pajamas, partially sitting on my queen size inflatable bed that is slowly deflating as I sit here typing. It's about 85% full right now. Anyways, I miss the small things about living in a small town-one freeway, familiar faces, local restaurants/shops/markets, weather, and the obvious home vibe. I want K to come hang in my hometown. It would be fun to play tourists for a day or two. I'm getting too distracted with the music I'm listening to right now. Forgive me. I would like to give thanks to The Naked and the Famous for their plethora of colorful sounds and musical forcefields in Punching in a Dream. I'm going to go now. Byeeee.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Outfits
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Fashion Mermaid
This is a representation of how I feel mermaids would do their makeup, hair, and dress as if they were living here now.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Forced result
When we are born we are given a name
We all exist in a world entirely made up of ideas and beliefs from people before us
Our voice is what sets us apart
Our minds are what gives us power
Our actions determine our character
We all dance to the best of our ability
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Made up
If you said it would play out this way
Then my mind must be lost
I would rather take the high road
Where fantasies exist
In glass clouds and fairy powder
Laced with fireflies and gum drops
Mountains of Coconut dust lay scattered alI along the streets of valentine avenue
How far am I going?
Monday, November 4, 2013
Sheets in the River
I walked down Meadowlark Lane
wandering down the flower adorned path
sun rays shower my body
i can feel the crisp air against my skin
i listen to the bluebirds sing
with my sheets in my arms I kneel down to the river and toss
them into the fierce waters
I watch them follow the current
down the rapids
they quickly pass swimming ducks
and float towards stationary rocks
suddenly the sun disappeared and the sky darkened
time stood still
i watched my sheets catch a corner of a fallen tree branch
the current grew stronger
I saw the fibers rip and tear
exhausted cotton
destroyed linen
once perfect without holes
vanished into the troubled river
sinking into the depths of the murky abyss
I lay myself down on a picnic bench and turn to see
the sheets in shreds
I lay ontop of the table with my hands beneath my head
and stare into the sky
it's almost completely dark out
I close my eyes
in hopes of waking up
on cotton clouds
Sunday, November 3, 2013
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