15 minute naps, 2 hour conversations, 2:45 in the morning, absurdity at odd moments, amélie's amazing story, annie clark, any and all cameras, assorted languages, beautiful deep eyes, bookstores, broken photobooth, cant sleep w/o drugs, captain jack sparrow's eccentricity, caribou and the hair, cheap cameras that leak, chunky eyeglasses, danny deckchair, elliott smith, elliott smiths broken heart, first looks, flickr owns my soul, flippin bright eyeshadow, france, going to borders everydayish, good conversations, harry potter para everyone, having a full mailbox, hazy rainy days, holgas amazing pictures, honey is cool, hot damn dom monaghan, insomnia when all sleep, iron and wine, johnny depp's foxiness, kurt cobains lyrics, large amount of dvds, long drives at nite, looking at maps, love and some verses, lovelier words fromyourmouth, lust from afar, maple park with carly, milbert the mouse, my sweat and fingertips, neutral milk hotel, nikki s. lee, ninos book of photos, notebooks covered in lyrics, place neck meets shoulder, planning roadtrips, pretty words, prince charmont, quirky british people, random-o-city, reaally eccentric people, retro living baby!, rockin' to nirvana, rose parades, rufus wainwright's manly voice, sally mann, sarcasm in large groups, sigur ros, sitting here at night, skanky asians/aussies, sleeping in pillows, smelly cafes, sparrow house, starcharts ohmy!, sufjan stevens, the dirty fox, the name elliott, the passion of pabloneruda, the sea and rhythm, they dont loveulike iloveyou, thrifted cowboy boots, thunderstorms during the night, tokihiro sato, undeciferable dreams, v for vendetta, wanna be bohemian, wanting my marcus flutie, wanting my wanderlust, watching people be weird, waves and the wind, weird diy crafts, white oleander the bookandmovie, writing and loving it, writing hate life poems
Raw With Love//Charles Bukowski little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't blame you, as I drive along the shorealone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do notleave, i won'tblame you, insteaad i will remeber the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remeber your small room the feel of you the light in the window your recordds your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. little dark girl with kind eyes you have no knife.the knife is mine and i won't use it yet.