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  • Anonymous asked: do you like french fries?

    i do! i do like french fries!

    Posted on May 30, 2011

  • Posted on May 29, 2011

  • To find someone to love, you gotta be someone you love.

    -Nada Surf

    Posted on April 6, 2011

  • I say cool beans way too much… but if you ever wanted to know why…

    Posted on March 31, 2011

  • Posted on March 28, 2011

  • In honor of my trip to France in May. :)

    Posted on March 25, 2011

  • When I was little I wanted to live until I was exactly 103 years old. I figured that was a good round figure. I was afraid that dying any sooner would make my life too short. It’s funny how differently I measure the success of my life now. Not in numbers, but what I will have accrued in accomplishments. I wonder if my scales will change again.

    Posted on March 25, 2011

  • Posted on March 25, 2011

  • Break the ocean into two and I’ll know what to do
    Bring me closer to you and I’ll know what to do

    I’m just looking for shelter
    You’re just holding my hand if I hold you
    You don’t have to belong here
    We’ll just know when it’s right

    -Looking for Shelter by Good Old War


    Posted on March 21, 2011

  • “Wings”
There’s a thick cloak of smoke over the room and I can’t help but find myself fascinated by the path I make. A jazz bass causes an earthquake that shimmies up my body. I love the infection of music that pauses my heart just long enough for the deflection of connection between it and my brain. Just long enough for me to be set free. I’m now fully awake and this wooly coat and velvet cap are shed like the threads of my past- like a cocoon. While the instruments are in tune and I have control of the room from my spotlight on stage, the final transformation is made: I spread my wings and all inhibitions thrown away, I sing.

    “Wings”

    There’s a thick cloak of smoke over the room and I can’t help but find myself fascinated by the path I make. A jazz bass causes an earthquake that shimmies up my body. I love the infection of music that pauses my heart just long enough for the deflection of connection between it and my brain. Just long enough for me to be set free. I’m now fully awake and this wooly coat and velvet cap are shed like the threads of my past- like a cocoon. While the instruments are in tune and I have control of the room from my spotlight on stage, the final transformation is made: I spread my wings and all inhibitions thrown away, I sing.

    Posted on March 21, 2011

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