saturday!

teheh.

people never know what is wrong with themselves and everyone else sees it right away.

For we have thought the larger thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.
- hemingway

we took the commuter rail to acton, rode our bikes to stowe, picked apples all day and made some delicious apple crisp.

chopped apples coated in cinnamon&sugar, a sprinkle of nutmeg & cloves,

and a small handful of golden raisens

over the apples is a

sprinkled a mixture of a tblsp of evaporated milk, 3 tblsp of rice milk, togo pack of butterscotch pudding

the crisp topping is

rice crispies, whole oats & steel cut oats, kashi crunch!, pinch of salt, a big handful of walnuts and 2 tblsp of butter
cooked for 20 min at 350.

written & originally performed by bob dylan.

dont fear the cold.

jump right in
fight through
go somewhere.

( let's do it on every continent. well. not every continent.

how many are there? 7?

yeah, but we couldn't on antarctica.

why? because it's cold?

because it's frozen.

oh, no - we're definitely going to do it on antarctica )

national geographic/national geographic/time

blue eyed boys are bad news.

i heard you crying, your heaving sobs
i think you wanted me to. wanted to share with the world your sadness
you're breaking hearts with your ocean eyes and crinkly wet nose
and they are breaking all the time.
i wonder if you gather where it's coming from, what started it
you used to be this strikingly beautiful thing
how we loved to ponder your strength and where it came from,
but it's getting colder and browner out there
and look how fragile you've become
weathered, trying to hold yourself together,
binding yourself with with the vapid shallowness of
cushiony words, whispers and gentle kisses
aware that your elation is fleeting,
and only peppered with truths.

you're either watered down in a beautiful sadness
or sparking til you blow a fuse.

crusaders are invaders

histry and what we make f it. histry is whevers writing it. there is always the ther side t cnsider - the ther side that cmpletes the truth - with half, yu have nly a stry.

cnnct

connect your body and your memories, your thoughts -
open and honest.
and your soul . your intuition.
learn the differnce between what is inherently good and what we call bad.

long, perfect weekend

maybes and absolutelys sleeping bags and mattress pads hangovers and bloody marys stoop warm in the sun and freezing in the shade breakfast sunflowers showers stoned flannel car rides and festival rides tickets warm apple ciders thank you the perfect old festival man at the booth bet you ive got the best rooster in three counties short hair and long hair dancing sunshine the killers perfect fall day fried food queen bees and honey bees lots of kisses jumping dogs, flying dogs catching popcorn in your mouth losing games and winning them birthdays and see you soons and thank you, thank you, thank you

beautiful fall day, bikeride to somerville for the honk! festival.

made a smoothie. had a crepe - portabello/goatchz/basil mmm.

Hummingbird, just let me down
Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes
I do believe you gave it your best try
-fleet foxes

...

beautiful fall day & i loved riding through the streets with sunshine streaming out of my backpack.

thanks ashley <3

i'm so sorry
not so well actually
how are you am i doing?
just wanted i you to know
tell you personally that
well its difficult to say but, we're
shutting down.