a break up letter of sorts.
you, city of angels, are everything but angelic. with your plastic looks and your over-sunned skies you spit out lies with every tongue. you hide the truth with every smile. you melt my mind with your constant spell. a jumble of thoughts. a salad of emotions. you were a loss of living. not worth the heartache. not worth the heartbreak. i wanted to love you with every part of my being but you stole...
but i guess the larger question is: why is the City of Angels so hellbent on...– Californication. (s.1.ep.2)
plant trees. save lives. (eden reforestation projects)
I hate parties. Can’t help it, I’m not cut out for it. My mind wanders. I always...– John and Mary. (1969)
safety for the city.
how to survive when dealing with bad drivers: burning buildings: sexual assaulters: people you don’t really want to talk to but kind of have to: (all images courtesy of autumndewilde.com)
They really remind me of those ads from the 90’s and the desire to mix fashion,...– some person named Kar. (p.s. whatever happened to the progressiveness of the 90s?)
on the up and up.
the wedding photography of the future.
what is it about 20-somethings? →
my mom sent me this article from The New York Times in an email and all she said was: “now i understand”. if only all adults would read it and realize that this period of uncertainty is completely normal and absolutely necessary. and who knows, maybe pastors would finally understand why we’re the lost generation of church-goers and they’d be content with letting us find God...
(via myascendinglark): hb: what am i, just your trophy boyfriend? dg: yep! my little trophy boyfriend i carry under my arm! hb: i’m gonna sue you!
sometimes the world scares me. or upsets me. or bothers me. or disappoints me. or tricks me. or annoys me. or hates me. when that happens all i want to do is lock myself inside and never come out because i’m just too tired of being picked on.
rain is fun when shared with friends.
buying a 2-liter of coke.
him: why are you shaking it!?
me: to see if it bubbles!
him: that's gonna make it all weird!
me: oh yeah...