Monday, August 15, 2011

hope

Color my life with the chaos of trouble.
[marcelo gomes]

moments


 TIME: Who really understands it? It is completely open to interpretation and everyone feels differently about it. Some fear growing old, some fear what tomorrow brings, and others fear the consequences of the past. The thing that people don't realize about time is that there is a lot of it. My aunt said "life is short so we have to make it seem really long." Embrace the time you have and the time you've spent living. Let the wrinkles fuse to your face because you've earned them.
TIMING: Timing is everything. Randomly running into an old friend who ends up getting you a job that leads you to your destined profession. Choosing to stop and get a Starbucks,then you see a car accident on the freeway that happened about ten minutes before. Every moment of everyday means something so before making a decision, think to yourself is now the right time?

Saturday, August 13, 2011

denim tranquility


As intolerable and uncomfortable it may seem to go swimming in jeans, it is extremely appealing to me.

enjoy

A MUST see. They have the same lead singer as Electric Presidents. I'll be in Hawaii while they are touring so go see them for me, I'll be there in spirit.

Friday, August 12, 2011

cant sleep?

  
I'm having trouble sleeping
You're jumping in my bed
Twisting in my head
Leave me

I'm having trouble breathing
You're sitting on my chest
I sure could use the rest
Leave me

-The Perishers


 I stole this poem from Taylor Rippy, the moment I read this I knew that I'd steal it someday. Today is that day because I can't sleep. I havn't been able to for a while now.


endearment




Ray Lamontagne is one of my favorite artists right now. He sings mostly about love. I love that.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

listening

Coachella 2011

Film Pictures taken by Jordan DeVard
There is nothing like being immersed in the crowed, standing in the heat, walking with bare feet on the grass, and watching 100,000 people become united by the only thing that makes us one. All different varieties of people show up from all over the world to join together and just listen. You can sit far behind the crowed on an dirty blanket, lay on your back while looking at the stars, or push and shove your way to the front in hopes of absorbing some of the sound. Either way the noise carries to you and connects you.