Drunk man at the shoot.

It ain’t me babe.

infatuous:

For Heather
The tree that was small but far away

It’s all about perspective. 

I’m laughing very hard.

Mary, this is so great. 

Your brain is so great. 

viewwithaface:

safari jaq

All of these strangers and somehow I feel stranger. 

Here here.

ivegotcurlyhair:

I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness…

(via ivegotcurlyhair)

Each other’s best distraction.

I’ll be with my first second love. 

You’ll be with your second first love. 

See you in mornings after. 

Peach, Plum, Pear - Joanna Newasom

viewwithaface:

My existence thus far

is (what I’d like to think has been)

what

you might call,

 a bit

- wacko-jacko -

A bit strange.

 

My dad was a kid once

My mom was a kid once too.

My dad liked art. liked making art.

Liked playing the piano,

Liked loved music.

My mom dreamed of something more.

Dreamed of something different. truer.

something about a Career/Korean

 

they both joined a cult

in the early

1970’s.

Do you remember that tree?
The one in the middle of summer?
It spoke of what our lives should be
In whispers next to a factory
The only tree in town.
Only for 30 minutes a day.
20 by the time.
The great despiser.
The despiser who sweats at your talk of fame.
Talk of Appreciation of masses.
Dumb asses.

But some appreciation is better than none.

I remember and I leave.