the honey trees.

wouldn't mind if this was my room.

i get to see this guy tonight :)

The Suburbs.
all i'm listening to these days.

out with the old...and in with the...old?

back in louisiana. it's really crazy to think about. i have no clue what i am doing, but i think i'm back here for a reason. so we'll see what happens.

job hunting begins. oh joy.


started reading this book. it's pretty fantastic so far.



looking forward to some less stressful times, and enjoying every minute with my family.

mewithoutYou.

finally saw one of my favorite bands play live last night.
it was one of the best shows i've seen in awhile. i adore them.

fantastic foxes.

The Weight of Oranges by Anne Michaels

My cup's the same sand colour as bread.
Rain's the colour of a building across the street,
it's torn red dahlias
and ruined a book propped on the sill.

Rain articulates the skins everything,
pink of bricks from the fire they baked in,
lizard green leaves,
the wrinkled tongues of pine cones.
It's accurate the way we never are,
bringing out what's best
without changing a thing.
Rain that makes beds damp,
our room a cave in the morning,
a tent in the late afternoon,
ignites the sound of leaves we miss all winter.
The sound that pulled us to bed...
caught in the undertow of wind in wet leaves.

I'm writing in the sound we woke to,
curtains breathing into a half-dark room.

I'm up early now, walking.
Remember our walks, horizons like lips
barely red at dawn,
how kind the distance seemed?

Letters should be written to send news, to say
send me news, to say
meet me at the train station.
Not these dry tears, to honour us like a tomb.
I'm ashamed of our separation.
I wake in the middle of night and see "shame"
written in the air like in a Bible story.
I dreamed my skin was tattooed,
covered with the words that put me here,
covered in sores, in quarantine --- and you know what?
I was afraid to light the lamp and look.

Your husband's a good builder --- I burned
every house we had, with few words to start the flames.
Words of wood,
they had no power of their own.
"The important" gave them meaning
and humble with gratitude
they exploded in my face.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other
from a great distance. When we lay down
oceans flexed their green muscles,
life got busy in the other hemisphere,
the globe tilted, bowing to our power!

Now we're hundreds of miles apart,
our short arms keep us lonely,
no one hears what's in my head.
I look old. I'm losing my hair.
Where does lost hair go in this world,
lost eyesight, lost teeth?
We grow old like rivers, get shrunk and doubled over
until we can't find the mouth of anything.

It's March, even the birds
don't know what to do with themselves.

Sometimes I'm certain those who are unhappy
know one thing more than us...or one thing less.
The only book I'd write again
is our bodies closing together.
That's the language that stuns,
scars, breathes into you.
Naked, we had voices!

I want you to promise
we'll see each other again,
you'll send a letter.
Promise we'll be lost together
in our forest, pale birches of our legs.

I hear your voice now---I know,
everyone knows promises come from fear.
People don't live past each other,
you're always here with me. Sometimes
I pretend you're in the other room
until it rains...and then
this is the letter I always write:
The letter I write
when they're keeping me from home.
I smell your supper steaming in the kitchen.
There are paper bags on the table
with their bottoms melted out
by rain and the weight of oranges.


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this poem is perfect in every way.

summer reading.

someday.

"oh, whisk me away, i'll be yours for a day,
in heavenly fields we can roam."

hot summer.

dear autumn, you cannot get here soon enough.

janelle monae.

i've been reading stuff about this girl, janelle monae. i saw some live footage of her. she is very expressive. i didn't love this song when i first heard it, but it's now stuck in my head. this video made it for me though. it is so fun, and i think she is absolutely adorable. i love the tux and her exuberant dancing. very catchy. very different. very refreshing.

PAPER ROUTE.

cool random video i found. i love this band wholeheartedly.
they are definitely one of the greats.

florence + the machine.

i'm a fan.

i need a break.

this man makes my heart skip beats.

i want to have
a perfect summer
with lots of sunshine
and someone special.

beautiful film.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

John Keats

i'm on a blood buzz.

i don't think it gets better than this.

i want to go to a fair.

current favorite film finds.

An Education

2 Days In Paris

crushin'.

phone photos: park day.

i'm in love with this song right now.
his voice b r e a k s my heart.

GUTTER.

this makes me happy.