looks like rain, feels like fall

we are, we are going to the city soon.

stormy misty's foal

according to my calculations

the equation for a broken heart:

let y stand for the unknown

x for conversation, thought

xx for sex

thus

x+xx/time = y (or why)









in the words of the lovely ms. anna ash: heart breakin' is a dirty game, but i'm a fall in love with you anyway..

lay me down in the tall grass

field notes

circus, all a circus, circus

i figured out my horoscope. is this because i forced it, or because it really happened? what do you believe in? i think everyone must have something, someone.


i wrote this letter and i never, ever would dream of sending it. but i wrote it with someone in mind, addressing it to said someone. i put in an envelope. took it out. put it back in. sealed envelope. ripped it open. taped it shut, stamped it. i should never send this letter, but it's already in the big blue mailbox.

hay boi hay

dear donna,

r u my silver or r u my gold? this is all 4 u. all of it.








photos courtsey of ms. hannah ensor