Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
red as strawberries in summertime
Found this dress hanging in my nan's closet. The side seam was split, but it was an easy fix.
In a few weeks I'll be going home for her 90th birthday.
Also, if you're reading this and you care, I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Ive been busy counting raindrops, drinking rose steamers, and pondering the existence of god with Descartes. Feel free to look for me on tumblr, flickr, or follow me on instagram (@alabee).
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger – because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
-Jack Kerouac
Saturday, November 5, 2011
sparkle and shine
Now your poems' light is all
the unending light of your presence
in the living light of your voice
-Jackson Mac Low
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
sunnies
We burnt till the ground left a view to admire
With buildings aside, church of white
Have burnt till the ground left a grave to admire
Hills reach for the sky, reach the church of white.
-Beirut
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Oh hey there
I've moved to Oregon for school, which is lovely, but it was hard to leave behind my sunny California.
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
-Robert Burns
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