living and partly living

child of God.
guitar tickler.
complete amateur.

It seems as if we don’t know how to speak; it seems as if there are words which escape, which are missing, which have gone away and left us to ourselves, tangled up in snares and threads. - Pablo Neruda, from "Emerging"

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  1. This is what I look like to the back of my #guitar #whatIdoinsteadofwriting #songwriting #musiciansoninstagram

    This is what I look like to the back of my #guitar #whatIdoinsteadofwriting #songwriting #musiciansoninstagram

  2. #Rainbow peeking through today #sky #rain #rainyday

    #Rainbow peeking through today #sky #rain #rainyday

  3. scuppernongs

    flesh and taste of grape

    and mango. jelled 

    under leathery bronze shell.

    October 2013

  4. "So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul,
    Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."

    Veronica Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn” (via larmoyante)

  5. "Go in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined. -Thoreau"

  6. I do not want to walk—
    heels paint the ground
    with long dogged strokes,
    a 30 lb sack of books
    hold my back,
    and leaves bow
    to a night wet
    with white.

    I wade asphalt
    to the green sedan
    with the tape-held window.
    In darkness, I do not find the hole
    to fit the key—
    jabbing and scratching about
    too lazy to look down—
    but I do not like to move tonight.
    I give up and melt
    to white—sheet the dark,
    and blaze remnants of myself
    too ignorant for morning.

    • Me: Heyyyy sexyyy
    • Destinie: Yeaahhhh. Sitting here in an old shirt.
  7. no more journal pages and no money to buy new ones :’( 

  8. (Source: worshipgifs)