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randoms // five color
cleaning out my phone—Seattle graffiti
"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, 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."
― Charles Bukowski (via agneslestrange)
This is so beautiful :’)
I fucking love people who find street-side self-employment to do what they love. When I was in high school, there was a kid in my AP Bio class, really smart and intelligent and loved biology, but he was just so disillusioned with the academic situation in America that he didn’t even want to go to college. Our bio teacher asked him how he was going to find a career in biology without a degree, and he said he’d buy an electrophoresis kit and set it up in a city square and just let people watch the DNA fragments travel through the gel, and set out a hat or whatever to take donations. A biology street-performer. We all laughed, but last summer I was in Boulder, and there was this man on Pearl Street, along with the magicians and harpists and such, and he had a high-powered telescope. You could look through it and see the planets and stars in broad daylight, and he’d point them all out to you and give you a little lesson. He had a hat out and a cardboard sign asking for three dollars to look through the telescope, and he had a line of people. There’s something incredibly inspiring to me about the people who want to do something so badly that they’ll do it on the street if they have to.
I saw a guy giving free compliments, and taking donations on the street. He would wax poetic about the beauty of the people walking by - their hair, their clothing, “the light shines off the blue of your eyes, while the skies of venice weep in shame, to wish they could match a shade so clear and bright.” Dude had class.
No matter what gender or age passed by, he had something kind to say to them.
randoms // four b+w
cleaning out my phone—ffs I have a lot of photos
Joseph Arthur – In the Sun
"There’s nothing wrong with you. That’s the way you’re supposed to be. There’s nothing wrong with that."
feeling so restless under my own skin. shaking beneath my own bones. my teeth are falling out of my head. my joints snap and pop like fireworks when i walk. my coffee bleeds down the side of my white porcelain mug and stains halfway down. i can hardly finish what i start. the last time i combed my hair. the last time i felt truly okay. you deserve so much more than i could ever give. i hope you have millions of beautiful coffee dates with men hiding behind beards. millions of book store wanderings. millions of trips to the beach hiding behind those smiley teeth. i’m so caught between. showing every spark of emotion. and cowering from the flame in my mind. after so many words i still can’t compose up a sentence staring into your eyes. i’ll wind my watch and wait till it stops. i’ll sit tight and hope you find somebody to talk to you late at night.
July 27, 2014
randoms // seven b+w
cleaning out my phone—photos from the past 18 months