Category Archives: 2014

i can’t wait to love you:


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December 30, 2014 · 4:47 pm

:i heard you looking


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September 21, 2014 · 8:11 pm

:let’s talk about cars

:let's talk about cars

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June 5, 2014 · 10:28 pm

may the circle be unbroken:

may the circle be unbroken:

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May 28, 2014 · 8:56 pm

:i miss christmas

i miss christmas:

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May 18, 2014 · 5:42 pm

silent weapons:

silent weapons:

:silent weapons

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May 18, 2014 · 9:26 am

:hymn to the hill

:hymn to the hill

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May 17, 2014 · 9:37 am

still for a moment:

still for a moment:

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April 12, 2014 · 6:10 pm

:bent nail

:bent nail

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March 30, 2014 · 8:13 pm

alternate entrance:

alternate entrance: #thatisabeginning

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March 22, 2014 · 10:26 am

:streets of your town

:streets of your town #thatisabeginning #blackandwhite

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March 22, 2014 · 10:19 am

beyond the fields we know:

beyond the fields we know:

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March 6, 2014 · 11:38 am

:into the waves

we’re not sailing or set adrift, 

the night no longer belongs to or bothers us,

for we’ve moved past the moor.

swimming together, always together.

days inconsequential, like a shipless ocean.

there is no noise, or other boats

between us, the horizon shared,

a narrative of the love we swear,

without vice or anchor.

i come to you, in this old grey shirt and a smile,

promises of the heart exchanged with a glance,

bonded by the desire to never let go.

an endless sea.

i see her behind my eyes, 

glowing through my every sight,

turning, twisting, blue,

each blink creates a smile.

into the waves together.


(for belinda. x)

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there but not here:

It’s always good to get where you’re going before the sun falls. Glancing up I see it’s not quite night. The street light glows yellow, it’s not yet shining bright.

 A pair of converse spin softly in the breeze, twisting to to heel and back again. Street signs line up like a list of songs I’m yet to write. Their names punctuating each step uphill, speaking to times trapped inside.

Inspiration strikes at the best times, there’s not always a pen or keyboard in site. Sometimes it’s better to enjoy a moment rather than try to capture it. Our love of feedback complicates what we value.

People talk of living in the now, yet wish for the days of then. Your past is imbibed in you and therefore what you do. It’s easy to forget, but makes moving forward a fair fight.

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January 30, 2014 · 5:03 pm

the sound of the streets:

the sound of the streets:

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January 21, 2014 · 11:57 am

:close to the glass

:close to the glass

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January 20, 2014 · 12:59 pm