fiddle.

got my fiddle today.
i'm gunna be famous.

sign.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
- Oscar Wilde

spring please hurry.

ha.

"and this is my second favorite picture of him."
"when's the wedding?"

3 days.

thats how long it took to fall in love with you.
simple.

shapes.

because that's what we are.

photo: tristan becker.

scar.

why is it that sometimes when we're hurt, we're left with a scar? and why is it that other times, there is no sign of anything ever happening?



i wonder the same about a broken heart.

art.

You're a work of art, he told me.
I listened, foolishly.

Here we are again, he said.
I waited, patiently.

What are you going to do now? he asked.

I ran, and didn't look back.

I once knew you.

light as a feather.

we're light as a feather; heavy as the weather
if it was raining stones.

we're still here.

It's like the show is over, but we're too scared to walk away.

things to do.

I wish this was my list of things to do today.

wake up.

you're not a dream. you're real.

make my home.

make my home a dream, make it a fairy tale. make it everything you've ever made me.

want.

If you don't want me, I won't let myself want you.