a collection of urban observations, maligned missives, auditory inspiration, and wondering out loud
Beautiful was the night. Behind the black wall of the forest,
Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the river
Fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight,
Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit.
because you named me as your lover,
well I thought I could be anything.
Next year? Christmas in Paris. (Taken with instagram)
je t’aime
Rainy day in Paris. Beautiful.
Today is my birthday. Here’s to another year of revolving around the sun!
LA, you confuse and amaze me.
my life for the last two weeks: driving, staring out of windows, eating peanut butter sandwiches, hauling guitar amps, stressing about money, breaking hearts, kicking ass & taking names, etc.
this neither helps nor hinders my awful piano playing.
Salem, OR
stoner house
This theme is Oedipa Maas by PH.
