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(Source: xocaaseeyxo, via darlingdaringdazzlinghair)
Leave his weeds and heed his eyes, - all the rest he can disguise. In the pit of his eye’s a spark. Would bring back day if it were dark; And, if I tell you all my thought, Though I comprehend it not, In those unfathomable orbs every function he absorbs.
Excerpt from Emerson’s ‘Initial, Damonic, and Celestial Love’
After seeing Super 8 I pretty much saw everything through J.J Abram’s eye.
Rohoboth beach today.
Final 3 hand drawings. Diagrammatic, cross hatch, and expressive
Drawing bootcamp. Just watch what happens over the next 5 weeks… I’m going to get so far past where I am right now. I can’t wait. Crawl. Walk. Run. Fly.
mmmmmmmMMMMMmmmmmm…
I want hair like that. I’ll do it someday.
Britt Maren.
(not my photo)
It’s pouring rain in New York today. I actually feel better than yesterday. I get anxiety when it looks like it’s about to rain and it doesn’t. I’m not sure why. But, today the rain was released and I feel much better. So in honor of celebrating the rain, I made a blanket and pillow fort. I’ve got Jazz Wyoming public radio playing, I’m eating my famous spinach and hot sauce english muffin sandwich followed by a chocolate macaroon, I’m avoiding writing my final thesis about Little Big Planet, and Freddie Hubbard just came on… Not to mention it’s super warm in my fort. Today is a good day. And don’t you dare say this is strange, because I’m certain I’m no more odd than you are.
… What?
Photo Of The Day
Red and White Kitchen, 1983. Taken by Laurie Simmons.
Look at you. Look at your friend. Look at your enemy. Look at your stranger. You are all the same.
