the melody in my head.

oh, and... happy new year's eve. !!

the devil and the deep blue sea.

this morning i saw the sun rise over the san francisco bay from the top of a hill. i found my way after getting lost. ate cake for breakfast. pondered some possible resolutions. and reminisced about the past.

i won the world at a carnival.

happy birthday, momma.

you call yourself a killer, but the only thing that you're killing is your time.

felt you leaving before you'd even gone.

my repeat song today.

there's some stars that fell from the sky.

this is the cake i made at work and brought home on the plane. and a little bit of some snowy trees.

your eyes are the size of the moon.

i'll be anything you ask and more.

its hard to forgive.

i forgot about my worry dolls. when i get back to san fran, i am going to sit down and have a long talk with them.

the sad sun.

goodbye massachusetts and blizzards and teary eyes and cold fingers.

you caught me sleeping in the power socket.

alex. happy birthday.

goodbye, dear friend.

even rivers ask for rain.

i had quite a few really lovely nights with quite a few really special friends. and i think it was just what i needed. and just why i was here. and just why i wasn't anywhere else.

become anything.

every smile.

now the wind is at my back, and i am headed home.

"you know this heart will still be true."

you're the one that i've kept closest.

"i like to see people reunited, i like to see people run to each other, i like the kissing and the crying, i like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, i like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone."

- jonathan safran foer, extremely loud and incredible close.

i'm gonna knock your socks off.

let's stay awake and listen to the dark.

i had a really wonderful last few days. the place you're about to leave is always the loveliest when you're about to leave it.

with an old love letter.

its christmas eve in boston. !

the day was mine.

on my way back home.

nothing is louder than snow falling on the roof in the middle of the night when you’re young.

i'm counting on your fingers.

mhm.

what's that noise up the stairs, babe. is it christmas morning creaks?

my favorite latest kristin photos. !

i can't wait.

my boss loves this song. she gets it stuck in everyone's head. every day.

days are just drops in the river to be lost always.

going home tomorrow night.

like i hoped he would.

days are just drops in the river to be lost always.

i just made a list in my head of all the people who really affected my heart. of all the people who i think are a piece of my mind and soul and self. and... man... what a beautiful list i have.

young today, old as a railroad tomorrow.

don't forget to cry.

you know that we already know its over.

wanna find myself by the sea, in another's company.

we live half in the day time, and we live half at night.

you used to have all the answers.

just let me down.

kevin ambrose grey.

i'm setting us in stone.

when i ain't sleeping, well, you know you find me crying.

living is a gamble, baby. loving's much the same.

why can't you tell me what i want to hear to help me get some rest, my darling?

go buy flowers you'll leave on its grave.

think back a year when everything stood at the surface.

you will always be the same.

these two nerds are my bestbudroommates. jake with the glasses and chris with the beanie. always, always. they call me the little one. and they make fun of me. and they look out for me. and i love them.

when i sail back home to you, i know exactly just what to do.

"in due time, autumn, too, vanishes."

a winters day in a deep and dark december.

i met this girl the last night.

the light from the streetlamp leaves a pattern on my wall.

a crying shame what we became.

watched it. finally. and it was beautiful. and dispite the minimal dialogue, i felt like this movie and i were talking the whole time.

and farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes.

i will put my heart in your hands.

so much new music. !! so many new thoughts. !! and it's such a good feeling.

slowly we're talking underneath the pale moonlight.

you carry on in pictures and in song.

"i purely came over because i thought you looked extremely lonely. you have an extremely sensitive face."

— For Esmé with Love and Squalor, J.D. Salinger

you are the thing that makes up my dreams.