How true.

this made my day.

forunately.

(un)fortunately,

i have nothing to say.

eight year old self.

"if your 8 year old self met you, would they be proud?"

in some ways yes.
in others, no.

i've lost a lot of my self a long the way.

It's time I find me again.

That's right.

I'm baaaack.

hide.

Don't remind me.

"Not only are you stressed with school, you come from a home with a single dad."

getting help.

Your hands are dirty, and your eyes are clouded with judgement.

Only we know what our smiles

sound like.

I wanna go here.

Like you.

I like you for who you are, not what you can do for me.

Find peace in being the best you can be. That's all you can do.

Hahaha.

macerate.

but more importantly, there is a time for change.

things i used to tell you.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

- Frederic Chopin.

via Manny.

when i remember you.

when i feel heavy, i remember i've been through worse.

when it all falls apart, i remember you.

death, loss and grief.

Miss.

If you lose someone, you realize all the things you miss about them.
But if you get them back, you realize there is even more to miss.

Why don't you try NOT breaking up with my baby brother the day before finals.
Curse words.

Think of negative thoughts as an enemy and refuse them entry into your mind.

haphazard.

perhaps we are haphazard.

just waves, hitting the shore.

new photos.

photography: karyn kimberley & erin crooks.

let's lie and say it's alright.

photographer/dj

in this day and age everyone is a fucking dj or a photographer.

well guess what i'm a dj who photographs photographers djing for other dj's.

dj-ographer.

sea salt.

i'll never forget the sea salt on your lips

and the guitar under your fingers.

the way you could have loved me will haunt me forever.

seven.

i forgot.

hey, remember when we starting dating?!

oh, wait. never happened.

intimacy.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

- Pablo Neruda.

via Manny.

museum.

you can marvel but you can't possess.

hesitate.

hair.

You've changed

in all the right ways.

more or less.

if less is more,

what is more?

And I still mean it.