Something/someone has been on my mind lately. I am too stubborn to reach out any longer. Games? No. Pride? Possibly. 

pardon?

Today, a stranger sat beside a girl and after some uncomfortably awkward silence, they began to speak about the weather. I do believe that girl may have let out a laugh or two despite her (failed) attempt at the cold and neutral facade. Kudos to that stranger boy for putting a slight grin on the face of an ice queen. 

(Speaking in third person is always odd.)

I really enjoy that this rooftop and these city lights are only a hop, skip, and jump away from my front door. I think I may be frequenting this location far more often. 

What is meant to be, will be. As of late this mantra has been treating me extremely well, I have never been so happy within my own mind without the concern of what outside spectators may think. Being in touch with myself and my surroundings while floating within my own awareness has been one of the best gifts life has given me thus far. But, on nights like tonight, I cannot help but feel that I do deserve to not be and feel lonely. An individual should be satisfied with her own company (which I have come to find, I am) however, I do desire the company of another. 

The time will come. The wait is not easy which makes me wishfully think that the end result will be worth it.

Ps. I miss, I miss, I miss the way we would laugh...

goodbye shenanigans.

I am feeling very Zooey D. tonight. She is wonderful inspiration. 

"Your slim frame
Your eager eyes and your wild mane
Oh they keep me where I belong
All wrapped up in wrong

You’re to blame
For wasted words of sad refrain
Oh let them take me where they may
Believe me when I say

I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
oh fall for me

Your slim frame
Your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name
Oh they keep me where I belong
All strung out in song

Why so tame
We could shoot wilder vines
Through younger veins
Sip slow from night’s deep wells
And watch our gardens swell
Once the seeds are sown
Wild and overgrown, you’ll see
Heart's colors changed like leaves

Oh sweet sweet tree
Fall for me
Fall fast, fall free, fall for me

Because I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident
And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance

Oh sweet tree, fall with me
Fall fast, fall free, fall with me."

                                                                    --TV On The Radio

susie homemaker.

Dinner is served.

This made my morning! 

I will be raving about this film for days...

when fruit tarts attack.

Allan Hyde for the win.

True Blood just got a little more interesting for me. Like I wasn't already obsessed enough, they had to throw in the intensely breathtaking Allan Hyde! 

Ah, mi amore. 

pretty sure that was a man.

one hail of a fast food mission.

Midnight paparazzi photography. 

Side note: (500) Days of Summer has left me quite emotionally unstable. 

Everyone is a Summer to someone while everyone has a Summer of their own...we just have to find it or let it find us while possessing a heart that is open enough to its presence and possibility. If/when we find it, will we be ready for the realities and consequences that come along with it? What if Summer doesn't long for us in the way we long for it? Will fate then send Autumn our way? 

Stay tuned... 

reunion part deux.

In the sweat and the sun of Warped I have the Weezy pup and my Laura Bear...and many others whom I forgot to capture on camera!

truth.

balcony evening.

Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight...

An end to a day at the place I call home. 

I kind of feel like I'm channeling Liz Lemon right now. I ordered enough take-out to feed a small family and will be watching episode after episode of 30 Rock. I am slightly impressed with the speed I am aging on the inside to probably one day become the cat lady! 

shotgun.

I was reunited with my musketeers yesterday, and it was wonderful. I am so blessed to know these little ladies! I cannot wait for reunion part deux on Sunday. 

afternoon monsoon moisture.

I'm an auntie to this little heartbreaker a.k.a Weezy.

under the rare same moon.

I find myself thinking of him while watching the blades of the ceiling fan go round and round in an attempt to tire these alert eyes connected to an even more alert brain. This occurrence has lessened to a faint whisper compared to the overwhelming loudness it once was. Our time had come and gone (if it ever really came at all) with the memories still fully intact, just stowed away a little deeper than before. But, it's on a night like tonight while under the same stars in close proximity that he is more than just a faint whisper.   

benadryl dreams.

"The dreams were eloquent, but they were also beautiful. That aspect seems to have escaped Freud in his theory of dreams. Dreaming is not merely an act of communication (or coded communication, if you like); it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine--to dream about things that have not happened--is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were not beautiful, they would quickly be forgotten."

                                                             --Milan Kundera 

sleeping aids.

The feeling of nighttime seems to get the best of me.

I am so tempted to take Miss Becca's bike for a spin around the block. But, I will hold out for my pretty mint green lady to get all of her fixings (thanks to a kind fella.) I will be taking her to Boulder tomorrow! 

I truly adore my Colorado sunrises, but I still yearn for California sunsets. 

long beach has islands.

As well as cute dogs and lovely adventures.