well i was the one who showed you the sky.

going to berkeley today to see howl with some lovely wonderful friends.

and now its left me blind.

won't stop till we surrender.

super sweet unexpected mail is the best.

his goal in life was to be an echo.

thinking about flat g.

do his hands in your hair feel a lot like a thing you believe in?

heart skipped a beat and when i called you were out of reach.

sometimes i still need you.

i really love these bridges.

my memories start to wander off.

super lovely.

if you find yourself falling apart.

from the day it starting getting cold.

the day was mine.

so i think this is my favorite store in san fran. so far.

there were always golden rocks to throw.

don't forget about my lady.

we drink to die, we drink tonight.

really? i moved to a city that only has two cemeteries and a columbarium.

so i stick around.

when i'm with you i have fun.

to travel away from each other.

you knew just what i was there for.

without a dream in my heart.

maybe you would have been something i'd be good at.

men who march away.

angie crabtree.

we both lay there shaking.

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so i'm counting on your fingers.

there is more fog outside my window than i think i have ever seen in my entire life.

i'm coming up only to show you wrong.

fear is the heart of love.

just the essence of daily life captured through ten lenses.

10 photographers. 10 photos each. All taken on 10/10/10. A single day represented in 100 photographs.

he called me babe.

my friend paula just sent this. she said it reminded her of me. i don't know exactly why. but i do know it's super sweet. watch the way the little eskimo boy pulls the stars out of the sky.

moon signs and wine.

meet me in san francisco.

you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.