a playlist for thursday. as music punctuates a life...the notes call out to be compiled.

wash clothes and make things

wanna meet at the laundromat?

i am cradled in the arms

Dre-e-e-e-eam, dream, dream, dre-eam...

How To Be Alone

confetti

don't you always listen to your mama

we may all be far
apart but the barn doors will
still open and close

confetti

This will be our year (took a long time to come)

Lifeboat Philology

Monk Stunts

Tisk, Inveigler

here's to possibility

if you're in or around providence this sunday

Xinjiang 2006

a middle of the daydream

 

I want to dress in colors and textures and patterns and look like the sort of girl I think I am sometimes.  I want to walk into unique coffee shops and belong there.  I want to blend into my environment as if I were part of what makes it so rather than as a visitor from outside.  I want to have freckles in the right places and have a sing-song voice that draws people in comfort and curiosity.  I want to sit in big-armed chairs with boots and a novel.  I want my camera to be an expected presence that goes where I go.  I want to be able to sing to myself in a public place and not worry.  I want to be simply full of breath and music notes.  I want to wear scarves and be romantic and subtly beautiful in a hilter-skilter way.  I want to remember how to pretend and yet be me at the same time.  I want to be okay with being accompanied and with being alone and be comfortable visiting kindreds without the necessity of words.  I want to be content to absorb things without the need to grapple at details.  I want to eat things that are beautiful and fully taste them with my soul and not just my tongue.  I want to wear a dress everyday and walk barefoot and have hair that blows in the breeze at the right moments.  I want to explore and travel with a pen and notebook and camera and me.  I want to wear pigtails to work and that be okay.  I want to feel apart from the world for brief intermissions and fully friends with it at others. I want to go on holiday and be truly on holiday.

{polaroid:  shards by kimberly k. taylor}