your terrible daughter - candle
a break from my terrible guitar playing, got jordan to play instead.
got a candle where her heart should be,
getting dark and I can’t see,
burns her chest every night,
wasting all of her light on me.
Andy’s Airport of Love
when you are accidentally falling asleep and upon violently waking you only catch a snippet of what you were thinking when you were half asleep:
Even if you paint yourself golden, first and foremost you are still somebody’s baby.
The Queen of Denmark
(Source: luxulterior)
I should have never started following delicious food tumblrs.
framing
I framed three of my photos today. This is something I almost never do (cost, time, caring enough, etc) unless my mom asks me to, or I’m giving them as a gift (it was the former in this case).
It was a really nice chance to reflect on the three photos though, as while I do really like them, they mean more to me than that. These three photos came from the only roll of kodachrome I’ve ever shot and will ever have the chance to shoot. It was pretty badly expired and stored fairly poorly, but the colors were still beautiful.
Here is a scan of the first from my old flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/86606969@N00/4911634379/in/set-72157624646382873/lightbox/
Here is the second: http://www.flickr.com/photos/86606969@N00/4912239300/in/set-72157624646382873/lightbox/
The third doesn’t exist online, but here is the first photo I took of that telephone pole that day, vertically: http://www.flickr.com/photos/86606969@N00/4912238348/in/set-72157624646382873/lightbox/
I know it’s not especially interesting, but it’s been awhile since I’ve gotten to do anything with my hands and my photos that even though this is nothing like being in the darkroom again, it still made me realize how much I miss that.
it was 22 years before I realized my-
bed became an ocean every night.
so it was hard to I didn’t don’t fight my jealousy when
I
see
you
standing so serenely on solid land -
but jealousy doesn’t necessarily imply (in my heavily footnoted webster’s) dictionary anger/ire/ or real -/animosity. For me it is an:
a
n
c
h
o
r
which with the right accoutrements [such as a boat] can help to stop the drifting, but for now (boatless as I am) serves only to pull me down and down
and down
and
down and
down and do
wn.
look at everyone daaance
I hope this is stuck in my head at my poster conference all day tomorrow.
Just saw a young woman using her bra as her wallet, normal enough, but what elevated it to noteworthy was that the most prominently displayed item was her dominos rewards card.
“A stereoscopic image of a proton anti-proton anihilation event in the UA5 streamer chamber” at CERN.
(via allesistverbunden)
echo lake - another day
your terrible daughter - terrarium
my beautiful terrarium
works the night-shift as a crystal ball
when I try to scry on you
I don’t see much at all
except some little trees and dirt too
my beautiful terrarium
lives right on my desk
safe from the witches
that can use you best
(Source: shrbr)
(Source: chewmark, via bizarredisco)
