give me a cat, love, a cuddle, a glass of wine, the sun creeping through my window in the morning.

So we shall walk barefoot on walnut shells

happy day of life, happiness, sadness, beauty, and love.

forever young

abbey lee, norma jean, and i

A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld—
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled—

But peers beyond her mesh—
And wishes—and denies—
Lest Interview—annul a want
That Image—satisfies—

emily dickinson

“I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.”

happy caturday

RIP J.D. Salinger

because I can't sleep

second photo taken by my new room-mate megan.

Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course.

-kahlil gibran

your voice is soft like summer rain

New Year, Back to my old school, new shows, new goals, new life!

christmas and cats

merry christmas. back in california.

missing london and dreaming of cats.

Winter Trees

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.

On their blotter of fog the trees

Seem a botanical drawing-

Memories growing, ring on ring,

A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,

Truer than women,

They seed so effortlessly!

Tasting the winds, that are footless,

Waist-deep in history-

Full of wings, otherworldliness.

In this, they are Ledas.

O mother of leaves and sweetness

Who are these pietas?

The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but easing nothing.

- Sylvia Plath

Limit to your Love

Hello, sadly I am in my final month here in London.

I love it so much. Today is a melancholic day, the weather, my mood, this awful cough&&cold I've got.

On the agenda: reading Caryl Churchill plays and books on Feminist Theatre, cuddling up with tea, watching a few films, watercolour painting in my sketchbook, listening to feist and bon iver.

x

House and Home

inspiration for when i am no longer living in halls (dorms) in london.

big fluffy white beds, a chandelier, worn-in furniture, hard wood floors, stacks of books.

I'm the hunter, I'm going hunting

Love this poem by Richard Siken: Saw this model in the soho whole foods here in london, right after the matthew williamson show

Mum and I in the tube

beautiful

Europe is beautiful. settling in. so far the weather has been lovely. it's pure sunshine today. everyone is pretty cool and london and i are officially in crazy love.

listening to bjork

blue lips

nice time in vegas.

crunch/make it work/get the work done time.

3 days left in America;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grHiLRgbpIY

September inspiration:

listening to:

under my thumb- the rolling stones

horse & i- bat for lashes

idioteque- radiohead

going to california-led zeppellin

jaded- aerosmith

forever young- rod stewart

dusseldorf- regina spektor

jolene- dolly parton

is there a ghost-band of horses

land locked blues- bright eyes

soulja boy- turn my swag on

leaving for a week in vegas with danielle and my grandma in the morning!

xo,

t

candy

i carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear;

and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

emotional, heart wrenching, beautiful film.