Pretty Things

Hieronymus Bosch

Jacques-Louis David

Monet

Van Gogh

Rodin

(all images google images)

What if

If there was a picture book with these pictures, would you read it?








And if there was a song with these lyrics, would you listen to it?


she was bored
and ready for adventure
stuck
at home again
but there was something in the air that said
you are mine
tonight

he was tall
and rough around the edges
tuned in to tune out
but a goodnight kiss
oh will he dare?
this new girl
tonight

he says hey i can't believe you like that too
she says dude, i know
she was prettily playing with her hair
whats going on
tonight

the movie's on
and hes clear over there
on the other side
of the room
she sits and tries to look lonely
while trying not, to stare

she dances quietly on the car ride back
he, drums, his hands
she leans close going round the bend
smiling down, the road

he says hey we're basically cuddling
when our arms
touch
she laughs and goes to grab his hand
he thinks you are mine
tonight
and always

Some Cotton Candy Men

Cotton Candy Man by jeancaulfield


 

If danger was a beautiful woman... I would marry her.

"I meant what I said and I said what I meant! and an Elephants faithful one hundred percent!"

I Must Belong Somewhere

Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall
Leave the death ledger under city hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today

Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain

Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today

Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case
Leave the worried look on your lover's face
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain

Cause everything it must belong somewhere
Oh a train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs
Everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

{not} enough days of summer

  

"If there is an amateur reader still left in the world—or anybody who just 
reads and runs— I ask him or her, with untellable affection and gratitude, to split the dedication of this book four ways with my wife and children." 

J. D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters

Let us make the flowers our bed, and the

Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together

Upon pillows of soft hay.

Let us relax after the day's toil, and listen

To the provoking murmur of the brook.

Khalil Gibran

 

I Wish I Had a Sylvia Plath

I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
Busted tooth and a smile
And cigarette ashes in her drink
The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week
The kind that goes out on her
To give me a reason, for well, I dunno

And maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
In a mansion on the top of a hill
She'd ash on the carpets
And slip me a pill
Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

And she and I would sleep on a boat
And swim in the sea without clothes
With rain falling fast on the sea
While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me
Telling me it would all be okay
Out on the horizon and fading away
And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh
I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath

And maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
In a mansion on the top of a hill
She'd ash on the carpets
And slip me a pill
Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath


Ryan Adams

Bob Dylan est le Meilleur.

Bob Dylan est un poète. Il écrit sur le monde. Quand j’écoute Bob Dylan, j’apprends sur le monde et l’histoire. Quand il commence chanter, je pleure. Son anniversaire est le vingt-quatre Mai. Il a soixante-neuf ans cette année. J’aime écouter lui parler et voir lui dance un petit peu quand Il joue. Il est l'un des poètes les plus beaux dans le monde. J’aime jouer avec ses enregistrements musicaux avec ma guitare. Bob Dylan joue de l’harmonica aussi. Il joue de l’harmonica si bien que je ne peux pas comprendre son joue. Il a une très grande cheveux bouclés aussi. Bob Dylan est le meilleur. Joyeux anniversaire de Bob Dylan!

<3 <3 <3

Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark
As the night comes in a-fallin'
The dogs'll lose their bark
An' the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my minds
For I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.

From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
An' I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I'm one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good
You're right from your side
I'm right from mine
We're both just too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

Let the Poets Cry Themselves to Sleep

Softest sweater ever.

 I really like these jeans.

And these shoes kill me.

Basically I like to wear this.

Sweater: BDG 

Jeans: Forever 21

Shoes: Urban Outfitters

Holga On To Me

This is what I wore to sing at Baccalaureate! I think it went well.

Shirt: Gap 

Belt: Modcloth 

Skirt: Urban Outtfitters

MY NEW CAMERA!

!! The results of the new camera:

This is Franklin.