May 8, 2012

#109

here are some pictures i made with defective instaxes:

/the sea/

/the sky/

(from a wednesday spent shifting chemicals around in an attempt to make a color representation of what my brain looks like on the inside.)

p.s. hopefully, in the following few weeks, i'll have pictures ready to share from my life in the past two months; my adventures with my friends, my stay at coachella, a photo shoot i did in hollywood, and the two photo walks that those polaroids i posted yesterday were from. and i'm trying to put together more shoots for the summer. i've been busy with school, and busy with friends, but i feel like that is no reason to neglect photo-taking. i want more adventures and i want more photos and i want to try and remind everyone--especially me--about all the little things that are lovely and pure and alive. at the risk of sounding awfully corny, everything is beautiful, even if it's not. happy things are beautiful and sad things are beautiful and mad things are beautiful, too. everything is beautiful. i don't want to forget anymore. and so, i'm going back into the corners of my brain, where i built a house that i stayed in sporadically for seventeen years. a happy-sad-mad-king-of-carrot-flowers cottage. i hope i haven't lost any of you. i hope you'll come and visit me. i hope you'll send me postcards. i don't know if anyone reads these, or if anyone cares, but sometimes the words just come out and, occasionally, i can't bring myself to backspace them all out. if anything, this blog is a museum of my mind.

p.p.s.
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8eS-I8ahpE?hl=en"><img alt="Play" src="http://www.gtaero.net/ytmusic/play.png" style="border:0px;"></a>
at the moment, this band's discography is all i ever want to listen to anymore. something i consider the most wonderful coincidence of my life is that selections from this album happened to be playing when my head fell asleep on a certain someone's shoulder, when we kissed for the first time, and, most importantly, performed live when that certain someone told me he loved me for the first time. it's something of a comfort that, if by the unfortunate chance that this relationship someday ceases to exist, i'll always have the time i spent with jeff mangum to make up for any time/thing lost.

4 comments:

  1. i'll be glad to send you postcard! and i've never sent postcard or mail to another country before.(i'm living in indonesia). so it's gotta be so-wow to imagine how the postcard travels from one plane to another, then to the post-office, then to the postman! and oh my god... i've been wanting to send you postcard, but sometimes i'm afraid that it will not be landed in your mailbox.

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  2. i read it. i care.
    i hope that you are counting yourself as one of those beautiful things.

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  3. ^ perfect words. i agree.


    can't wait to see all new the photos you create and post

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  4. These are so beautiful! Love<3

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constructive criticism is nice, but please be gentle with my little heart. also, spam is not very nice. do you email your mother with those fingers?!