December 2009
the winter tree
blogbysomeguy:
Crisp in the draw of lengthened cuts I toppled on a thud of Solstice times onto a thousand snow angels now needled fluff —was caught, the scent of Wintergreen on a stolen air?
For one couldn’t relent but in blood on the journey of sappy fears to turn into night, finds oneself in a corner of unknown residence; And if barren walls enacted a loneliness than barren was this...
Wowsa.
-blogbysomeguy
(This is one of the most amazing pics of my ‘home’ that I’ve seen. Chicago through your lens must be astonishing…)
Your pictures are STUNNING. Like, actually gorgeous. What kind of camera do you use? How do you get to travel to all of these places?
What inspires you?
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Do it. I double dog dare you.
Ask me anything http://formspring.me/iamsohoppy
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Watchhitrecordjoe:
I know I’m late seeing this, but holy effing shite!
We have to work out some sort of collaboration between these guys and hitRECord…
jaredgeller:
One shot. Backwards. High School tribute to the 500 Days of Summer dance sequence. So, so sweet. I want to go to Shorewood High School!! <3
For anyone who loves (500) Days of Summer! :) So cool.
for friends dear
blogbysomeguy:
The days multiply on the last nothing till i sit on the current and bereave days passing. Where i forget to impart a timed phone call or a get-together even a Hello traps in white spaces, but failures they are of a slothful mind without a nefarious connection to any portion depicted in you, because there isn’t a day to deprive my thoughts with indulgence in moulds chiseled from...
are you there?
I need your words Your reassurances. For some reason, I feel safe When I think of your phrases. No matter where I am. No matter what I’m doing. I find comfort.
Why don’t you write? Why don’t you show me that you’re listening?
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Oh, Johnny Depp and Tim Burton - you guys are two... →
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Serene.
The music of the waves echoes throughout the chambers of my troubled mind.
The sand squishing between my toes reminds me of my long-forgotten childhood.
The sun cascades through the branches of forlorn trees at the end of the day.
The crystal blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see.
Looking out on the horizon is like looking out into a serene infinity.
The sounds of...
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Confession
thedeadswan:
Confession: If I tweet @ someone I get really excited that they’ll tweet back.
They usually don’t.
Me too. It’s one of the biggest let downs in my life when they don’t. :(
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Ask away, ma cherie. →
stars.
she lies awake, looking at the stars they’re all she can see she counts them until she can count no longer she finds one - the one not shining as bright as the others closing her eyes, she imagines what it would be like to be among the stars is there more freedom? she wonders or is there a greater need to shine brighter than the other stars? she opens her eyes she has come to this...
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