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Socrates said "Beware the barrenness of a busy life." I'm down with that.

"Modern life is so thin and shallow and fake. I look forward to when developers go bankrupt, Japan gets poorer and wild grasses take over."
Hayao Miyazaki (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: morigrrl, via awelltraveledwoman)

— 3 months ago with 2030 notes

@jillewheeler this is for you! A Judy staring contest :)

— 3 months ago
Wood and weed and bark and seed/ glass and shine for you to need/ traces of places not what they seem—- We are all fragile explorers. Each one riding the tide, shuffling our feet, and silently pleading to nestle some precious shore.

Wood and weed and bark and seed/ glass and shine for you to need/ traces of places not what they seem—- We are all fragile explorers. Each one riding the tide, shuffling our feet, and silently pleading to nestle some precious shore.

— 4 months ago with 1 note
A murmuration began and ended/ fertile ground beside muddy slate/ white shoes bright despite the field —-I rattled my paper lunch sack for more. The sound of the ferry told me daydreaming was done for today.

A murmuration began and ended/ fertile ground beside muddy slate/ white shoes bright despite the field —-I rattled my paper lunch sack for more. The sound of the ferry told me daydreaming was done for today.

— 5 months ago
Faded red pickup and fingerprints on sandwiches/ the smell of library books floated through the cab/ an empty coke bottle rolled back and forth by my feet—- I twirled my hair and picked at a rip in my jeans while you rapped your thumb on the wheel and hummed a familiar tune. It was the brightest Tuesday I’d ever known.

Faded red pickup and fingerprints on sandwiches/ the smell of library books floated through the cab/ an empty coke bottle rolled back and forth by my feet—- I twirled my hair and picked at a rip in my jeans while you rapped your thumb on the wheel and hummed a familiar tune. It was the brightest Tuesday I’d ever known.

— 5 months ago
Bristly briars and busy bees/ caramels with warm cheese/ sunsets that seem to blow in the breeze—- I took off my shoes and danced in yellow socks. Who would have guessed the evening would ever lock knees.

Bristly briars and busy bees/ caramels with warm cheese/ sunsets that seem to blow in the breeze—- I took off my shoes and danced in yellow socks. Who would have guessed the evening would ever lock knees.

— 5 months ago
Bristly briars and busy bees/ caramels with warm cheese/ sunsets that seem to blow in the breeze—- I took off my shoes and danced in yellow socks. Who would have guessed the evening would ever lock knees.

Bristly briars and busy bees/ caramels with warm cheese/ sunsets that seem to blow in the breeze—- I took off my shoes and danced in yellow socks. Who would have guessed the evening would ever lock knees.

— 5 months ago
Conversations stalled and cups emptied/ gulls dipped low for hopes and gifting/ campfires kicked out with bare toes—- We lingered with tired sun bodies until the wind became cool and the night a willing blanket.

Conversations stalled and cups emptied/ gulls dipped low for hopes and gifting/ campfires kicked out with bare toes—- We lingered with tired sun bodies until the wind became cool and the night a willing blanket.

— 5 months ago
Warm bellies, bread laden/ books creased in their middles/ blankets interrupted grasses and tolerated stones with their geometry—- I watched you massage fallen bark between your fingers. A nearby swing set squeaked its metal while I sipped from a flask. #sunday

Warm bellies, bread laden/ books creased in their middles/ blankets interrupted grasses and tolerated stones with their geometry—- I watched you massage fallen bark between your fingers. A nearby swing set squeaked its metal while I sipped from a flask. #sunday

— 5 months ago with 1 note
#sunday 
Gentleman stood by the gate/ ladies they laughed during their wait/ “How could it be such a farce?”/ —- Telephone numbers burned like a scar. You called but it wasn’t fate.

Gentleman stood by the gate/ ladies they laughed during their wait/ “How could it be such a farce?”/ —- Telephone numbers burned like a scar. You called but it wasn’t fate.

— 5 months ago with 1 note