from cold to cold

and just like that, we're cut off.
how can i believe you? how can i plan around that?

in my world there is a counter-current

i have a hard time believing anything
but not in a negative way, i swear...

i just accept what you've always shown me.
there comes a time where i refuse, but i look back to see if you care
i am not surprised to see my long shadow
instead

it's probably all just dust anyway

when it rains

it usually pours.

another word on freedom...

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i could be talking to anyone, anything.
a wall.

this big beautiful thing owned by no one
why sacrifice all of that for just this.
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and the wind blows right through me

i should be ready for things i'm not ready for, i suppose.
there is a quiet in my life, a void i'm in no hurry to fill, because now i feel better.

i remember long ago crying about some boy.
my friend had to tell me something, she had to tell on him that he wasn't who i thought he was.
i sat at a table in her cafe, tears spilling into my hot cider.
feeling this feeling like i couldn't breathe.
she explained it to me like this, "---" needs to be free! he is a free spirit! he cages himself but the truth is he needs to be free!
later on
years and years later, another boy, another tear spilled
this one thought
the absolute worst of me, that i was some demon.
dude.
seriously?
do you even know me?

i would like to thank each of them, each and every jerk i've dated for not trapping me.
cause where would i be???
certainly not following my dreams...
...certainly i wouldn't really even be me.

n/a

i made something for you

thanks.

would you like to share

i'm just listening to myself



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there is no such thing as disposable energy.

the world is dark without heart

covert mullet shot, an emily catey exclusive.
just inspect the background:)

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and then home.

a bunch of cokeheads
we needed the energy to decorate our fabulous christmas palm

christmas morning drive

like lace

poor santa. sleigh by night, car by day.
i amused myself by watching out for the double takes from passing cars.

fruit interlude

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in the distance
Appalachia

two homes, i've been here before

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i feel left out:(
nobody told me it was argyle sock day;)
by the way, the backseat was a flurry of texting and helioing it and ipods with shows on them and so on and so forth.
i just kept looking out the window, noticing signs with the bulbs burned out that would have lit up a letter.
wal art

bird

the high point

philly, as close as i could get.

new york,
white christmas.
well sorta...

fire island

we could barely move after the italian feast aunt kerry served. thank you!

i was such an elfy little kid, thanks to uncle ronny for digging up this treasure.
oh man and my dad's bar mitvah book
precious

grandma and bob spoil us all rotten, always

badu is like a kid in a candy store! does anyone else think it's ironic that he bought me a heap of chocolate and gave me a sonicare?

the most beautiful

next time, we'll hike.

and then home.