also one of these days I’m going to buy a whole red velvet cake and eat it at 2am just because I can
honestly I think I’d be fairly content spending my life just sitting here producing beautiful photos
(tonight’s math homework is an enigma and letters of recommendation are stressing me out a little and I am constantly reminded that I am behind and that I can’t handle myself and that things are going downhill or not going at all and I could really use a full stop)
Sunday morning, six in the morning, a rare foggy cold day when the streetlights are cones of yellow and the red yellow green traffic lights and car lights glow luminously;
an open car window and Chet Faker’s “Thinking in Textures” as we float through the deserted sleeping city;
briefly rediscovered familiar new strangers from years ago, when we were different people — there aren’t nearly enough minutes now to make up for all the missed conversations;
beautiful morning light and soft gentle sunrises that envelope camera lenses and illuminate faces from within.
running on two and a half hours running on empty running running running feeling as though I am all right
Living in suburban Southern California, United States.
I dream of open roads. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'd like to have a good time getting there.
This is my little tumblelog -- a collection, if you will -- of dreams and thoughts, art and images, inspirations and aspirations.