dance to the songs from the cars as they pass.

and when the house is all finished
and the garden is grown
i'm gonna write you a letter
asking you to come home
and i know that you will come
yes i know that you will come
'cause others may know where you been
but honey i know where you're from...
you're from california.

love is touching souls.

last night i came home late. i found a box in my room from my mom. i found 2 letters on my bed. one from alex & one from priscilla. and it was all i needed. and it made me so happy. thank you. (and thanks to tina & katie for my turtle & tshirt). real life mail makes my world spin around.

only for me.

always and forever more.

all my san francisco photos.

even when it's coming to an end.

when there's nothing left to pretend.

sculpture.

like a love that we could not leave behind.

blue eye shadow, it’s not exactly blue though.

bluish. & bluish.

when i called you were out of reach.

anatomical hearts.

heart skipped a beat.

watched grey gardens the other day. i guess more people know about these ladies than i realized.

you weren't near enough for me.

don't forget the nights when it all felt right.

for square & pasta dinner on sunday night.

are you not the same as you used to me.?

stream.

and you'd smile and say, "i like this song."

we never said what we were dreaming of.

wind turns the trees into bones.

i somehow see what's beautiful.

waiting. but not looking.