shut my mouth, nature
July 2011
Tipppppssssy.
I enjoy these summery nights.
Yup.
:)
June 2011
Naptime. Day off.
ferrinsquare replied to your photo: I got my grandma’s 50 year old film camera to… I want to click the little heart to tell you I like this about one hundred times :) I like you. :)
Watch the way new things just hop along.
Islanders, castaways,
still captured by the ocean’s
endlessnessnessnessness
Bronzed skin touching another’s.
Sand infecting all crevices, curving
exploring, evenly.
Salty air to the taste buds.
The thrill of being lost.
You build a house on the shore
made of driftwood
and my teeth shine in a smile
sunny skin showing, still.
Twin Peaks
Surfer Blood
Twin Peaks, Surfer Blood
If you can't see the thin air, then what the hell is in your way?
“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.”
—Thoreau
Birth Of Serpents
the Mountain Goats
Like a jack-in-the-box
Like a hundred-thousand cuckoo clocks
I am radiantly happy.
mustachegang replied to your photo: Bluesy
I’m loving the theme your going with lately with your pictures, it’s fucking sick.
Thank you berry much :)
7am: morning run time.
Dark Center of the Universe
Modest Mouse
And I’m real damn sure that anyone can, equally easily fuck you over.
