And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Memory is like a palpitating shadow,
a ghost pang, oiled
to beat and shriek
against the wind.

My tongue doesn't realize
the flight of ghosts.

(written by myself from my internship. I'm kinda proud of it)

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We recorded our voices as mp3s in order to tease each other, to prove how far we were willing to reveal our secrets. I kept mine on a burned disc, repeating my order for you not to listen until I left. Separately, we listened to the coos of impressions being made. I fell for your laughter, your voice rising and falling in earnest desiring. You fell for my blending with the sound, and for goodness knows what else.

We drove along the coast, me falling asleep while clasping your hand. Inland, familiar songs began to play, us mouthing the words. And then you began to sing. My voice snuck underneath yours, crescendo-ing in familiarity. Something. Samson. These Days.

And it's just the beginning. My goodness, I love you.

[Samson- Regina Spektor]

I am yours now, so now I don't ever have to leave

I realize my best thoughts occur during car rides by myself.

The long drive home, traveling past fields of mustard seed with the sea to my right. It's honestly the most enjoyable time I get to spend by myself, surrounded by the open road, susceptible to the elements. Being able to control the interior- the music playing, the air circulating through my clenched hands on the wheels, the speed. My mind rolls through thoughts of my destination, and lines begin to form and be drawn out in front of me.... which causes me to take my cell phone and scribble them in through the power of the note application and t9 (until the note exceeds its limit, then I have to rush and try to keep my thoughts).

I have learned the value of my car. A teacher once told me the best time to memorize anything was in one's car, completely alone. And it works.

And now, for the ever-popular obsessions.

1) Iced tea (Im trying to get myself off of powdery drinks from work. Only one a week. And honestly, with the sun coming out to play more often, iced tea is where it's at <3 Natural flavor baby, natural!)

2) The XX (gah, so good. Seeing them in June!). And Laura Marling's CD did not disappoint! Also obsessed with Edward Sharpe, Dirty Projectors, Animal Collective... mmm mmm mmm

3) Finally got my dream blazer from H&M. Perfect mix of feminine and manliness- lightweight, oversized pockets, tailoring, and simply to-die-for. Also found my perfect trousers (hello androgyny, I love you).

4) Rings- so many now! Trying to find another knux ring and a few other pieces.

5) Love.

[Islands- The xx]

Let it always be known that I was who I am

Happy Birthday blawg <3

I was writing your "birthday note" on your actual birthday, but have not had time to develop it (and I have a pet peeve about blogs being posted on inaccurate days).

The interesting thing is how one begins to mark a year- birthdays, anniversaries, New Year's Eve/Day. And I have found another marker in you. You have held my thoughts, my poetry, my memories, my ramblings. You have seen me through multiple changes of ideology, continuous musical fandom, and countless heart swells.

You are helping to create a story, a sort of history. Because what I document are thoughts, materialized through words to stain this page. I am recording every desire- at times, encrusted in code- to look back on for memory's sake. It is in this moment that these thoughts flourish, to settle down and become paragraphs for the past, and I can only look forward towards whatever circumstances will bring me into the future.

Thank you for our year of history making. Let's keep going <3

(and to quote, I'm mad as a hatter for you.
teeheehee)

[Laura Marling- Rambling Man]

Home is wherever I'm with you

Before leaving, you told me to work on being here more. I asked further. You said, "I can feel that you're here with me, right now. But I can tell when your mind travels, how you're putting one foot in front of the other, how your eyes gaze further than the horizon of this room. When you leave, leave for here".

I find myself searching for here while everything is slightly scattering around me. I find focus in your voice amidst every smile. I return constantly to imagine hearing it.

I know about time, and this place holds an infinite amount of it. So when I say take your time, I'm here for you, I mean it. I am striving for here, presently moving within the changing seconds. It's hard to not look beyond this moment, because we will cross paths again.

my darling, I'll be here soon

[Home- Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros]

Over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you

It is Spring, and I always get swept away within its obsessions. There is newness, a birth of sorts to carry us away from all winter had us hiding in; instead of woolen coats, blacks and browns, coverage, we change into lightweight cardigans, neons and pastels, bare-limbs that will reflect the sun.

And so, I am currently obsessed with...







In order...
Coffee (look at that heart in there! teeheehee <3)
Lacy Dresses (this is a still from "The Harvest", a short video promotion for Lover via liebermane vintage blog via Russh blog),
The Dodos
The New Pornographers
Laura Marling

And the unpictured...
French music,
Lena Horne (another clutch for me: 1940s jazz singers),
Reading (Alan Shapiro, Harumi Murakami, Dave Eggers)

Oh spring, I'm wrapped up in you already. Let's keep this romance going for a while, shall we?

[Laura Marling- Ghosts]