call me when you get better at your game.

and you're gorgeous in your evening gown.

after all it was a great big world.

go on get outta town.

*or woman's

seasons always shift too late.

watched a documentary on sally mann today in class. it made me appreciate my surroundings. beauty can always be found right under your nose. its just how you look for it.

this can't be the bitter end.

your heart is too close.

and now i know just where i stand.

why do we hurt the ones we love.

they spun a web for me.

look at her notebooks. and all her other stuff..

you'll always make me feel best even when i'm blue.

my broken words.

stuck here in this hole.

pothole garden. <3

she gets a long letter. sends back a postcard.

we're always falling.

enchantingly & stunningly beautiful.

i'll try not to bother you, i promise.

what happened after the storm?

your sleeplessness makes you a liar.

he gave me back my smile.

the words are nice the way they sound.

my luck seems to be no more.

i can't sing the blues anymore.

you can sing this song when i'm gone.

the freckles on your shoulders.

hold on to this love i found.

it's always time to leave.

We live on the third world from the sun. Number three. Nobody tells us what to do.

The people who taught us to count were being very kind.

It's always time to leave.

If it rains, you either have your umbrella or you don't.

The wind blows your hat off.

The sun rises also. I'd rather the stars didn't describe us to each other; I'd rather we do it for ourselves.

Run in front of your shadow.

A sister who points to the sky at least once a decade is a good sister.

The landscape is motorized.

The train takes you where it goes.

Bridges among water.

Folks straggling along vast stretches of concrete, heading into the plane.

Don't forget what your hat and shoes will look like when you are nowhere to be found.

Even the words floating in air make blue shadows.

If it tastes good we eat it.

The leaves are falling. Point things out.

Pick up the right things.

Hey guess what? What? I've learned how to talk. Great.

The person whose head was incomplete burst into tears.

As it fell, what could the doll do? Nothing.

Go to sleep.

You look great in shorts. And the flag looks great too.

Everyone enjoyed the explosions.

Time to wake up.

But better get used to dreams.

- China by Perelman

i don’t think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.

we heard this song at breakfast this morning. its been stuck in my head all day. it keeps making me laugh a little. i don't know why.

you'll never be what is in your heart.

as its meant to be.

refresh my broken mind.

i won't let you choke.