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Sarah. A collection of odds and ends I happen to enjoy.

May 9, 2012

  • one of four year old boys in my class drew me a super mario picture, to my GREAT delight

    one of four year old boys in my class drew me a super mario picture, to my GREAT delight

May 7, 2012

  • and now all your love with be exorcised

    and we will find you saying it’s to be harmonized

    and it’s an even sum

    it’s a melody

    it’s a battle cry

    it’s a symphony

    • Seven Devils
    • Florence & The Machine
    Link
  • found feathers kiss rims of recycled tequila bottles, letting them feel full again; a bouquet of sky flowers. i crave old trees and getting lost within them, so i build forests on my window sill. yet no matter how high my pretend forest climbs, i can see through them, the bricks are bleeding through and staining my eyes until pretend is just pretend, nothing more. plastic paws won’t leave prints on the paint but i enjoy their company all the same.

    Link

May 4, 2012

  • as he attempts to decapitate a stuffed bear

    as he attempts to decapitate a stuffed bear

April 15, 2012

  • [Flash 10 is required to watch video]
  • talikira:

    johnman:

    Sailor Beast Transformation Sequence

    fnadmsfmfmgn

    I CAN’T

    (via -expelliarmus-)

    Link

April 11, 2012

  • Treat your ears right. Listen to this album.

    Link

April 10, 2012

    • [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
    • All The King’s Horses — Robert Plant & The Strange Sensation

      I’ll weave a circle round the sun
      Throw down my arms and give my all
      I’ll be your soldier of love
      I am your soldier of love


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    Link

April 7, 2012

April 6, 2012

  • strap me to a kite and send me up

    strap me to a kite and send me up

March 23, 2012

  • Frame of Mind

    Link

March 17, 2012

  • I used to be able to read my own mind and where there used to be a flood that I could exhale, there is only fog and it’s stuck in my throat. I haven’t learned enough words to keep up. The same ones I am writing over and over again, their twins laughing at me as I attempt to curve them into something new. But they are only tired skeletons dancing to the beat of expired emotions. The glare from a virtual world is my only light as black ink escapes its plastic jail. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you be more.

    I used to be able to read my own mind and where there used to be a flood that I could exhale, there is only fog and it’s stuck in my throat. I haven’t learned enough words to keep up. The same ones I am writing over and over again, their twins laughing at me as I attempt to curve them into something new. But they are only tired skeletons dancing to the beat of expired emotions. The glare from a virtual world is my only light as black ink escapes its plastic jail. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you be more.

March 16, 2012

February 29, 2012

  • The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

    Link

February 18, 2012

  • if i dress for warmer weather, maybe the skies will take the hint

    if i dress for warmer weather, maybe the skies will take the hint

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