jelofe.

fey (adj.): giving an impression of vague unworldliness.

Big bro & I have been playing games in this backyard for our whole lives. Second slip n’ slide of the summer! @jake_wfey (at The Shrieking Shack)

theparisreview:

You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—
not seeing you servesthe opposite effect,distance gives over to intimacy.
The wake from a boat. The city anchoredacross the river, a series of shadows.I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.
Is this what the endaffords—no further use for worry?
It’s getting dark earlier again;there won’t be many more days as mild as this.Let’s sit here a little while more.
—David Semanki, from “East River.” Art: Charles H. Davis.

theparisreview:

You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—

not seeing you serves
the opposite effect,
distance gives over to intimacy.

The wake from a boat. The city anchored
across the river, a series of shadows.
I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.
Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.

Is this what the end
affords—no further use for worry?

It’s getting dark earlier again;
there won’t be many more days as mild as this.
Let’s sit here a little while more.

David Semanki, from “East River.” Art: Charles H. Davis.

(via wordpainting)

Drenched, by myself, foot stomping to my two favorite bands at the most beautiful venue I’ve ever been to. I think yesterday was the best day of my life, and that doesn’t happen often. #soakednstoked #theavettbrothers #lucero #adventureswithme (at Red Rocks Amphitheater)

Slippin’ n slidin’ is tirin’. 🇺🇸 @kimmicordova @big_lakers_fan @deejay74 @sarahcfrankie (at The Shrieking Shack)

A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning.

—(via taylranne)

(Source: namelessin314, via taylranne)

I’d like to thank myself for inviting these two to my house a year ago and creating the best triangle of love this world has ever seen. Thanks for letting me tag along everywhere 💜💜 @kimmicordova @big_lakers_fan  (at The Shrieking Shack)

I’d like to thank myself for inviting these two to my house a year ago and creating the best triangle of love this world has ever seen. Thanks for letting me tag along everywhere 💜💜 @kimmicordova @big_lakers_fan (at The Shrieking Shack)

When a woman writes you a poem, she spends time with the gods on your behalf.

—Aja Monet (via Swanfeather Songs)

(Source: quote-book)

Forever in love with my new bracelet. Thank you @kristinannclift 💜 #punkinpeanutpuddinpie (at The Shrieking Shack)

Forever in love with my new bracelet. Thank you @kristinannclift 💜 #punkinpeanutpuddinpie (at The Shrieking Shack)

Jessie & the Pussycats.  (at Bootlegger’s Brewery Tasting Room and Pilot Brewery)

Jessie & the Pussycats. (at Bootlegger’s Brewery Tasting Room and Pilot Brewery)

boomerangs.

I dreamt this up a few years back, and I can’t seem to press pause these days.

Put down all that weight you’ve been carrying,

there’s not enough room for us both.

Better yet, let’s ask God for help.  We both know I couldn’t hold it for long, and I can’t stand to see your muscles aching like they do.

You’ll agree, tell me you’re not sure where to look.  You’ve always assumed I do, but I’m forever getting lost.  

We’ll read the maps together, they all lead to the same place.

Let’s keep writing our story.

Make sure to start at the beginning,

     with my tender youth and

     your heavy heart.

We can argue over whose draft is prettier.

(I’d relive that summer a thousand times over. I’ll tell you everything.)

We’ll find our place on that rock at the beach, and you’ll kiss me

     ‘til the sun comes up,

     making up for all that lost time.

When we need a breath, you’ll show me the scars you hid before.  

I hope they’ve healed well.

Those waves will take with them the last of our regrets,

     so by morning,

     we can put up a good fight.

Our mothers will roll their eyes, and we won’t argue with them.  

They’ve lost their loves in ways far more tragic than ours.

We’ll toast to them

for standing after all this time.

Once we’ve won, we’ll spend our summers on porches

     reading out loud

     writing love letters

     laughing, kissing like mad

     and getting better all the time.

We’ll learn to run toward each other.

Maybe it will stay a dream, and I’ll relearn how to use the remote.  

Maybe I’ll finally start looking for others,

     let go of the way your skin felt on mine,

     learn my way around someone new,

     stop shaking at the thought,

     stop loving you,

even after all these years.

  

Ours will be my tragic love story,

the one I’ll share with my daughter when her heart first breaks,

and not any sooner.  

I’ll start with the first sentence of the draft I thought I’d write:

     “If we’re all just art,

     he was a masterpiece.” 

Always wanted to take a trip by myself, might as well be to see my dream concert at Red Rocks. 💃 (at The Shrieking Shack)

Always wanted to take a trip by myself, might as well be to see my dream concert at Red Rocks. 💃 (at The Shrieking Shack)

6/20/2014

"It’s an odd feeling," she said, "not missing a damn thing."

Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
Pablo Neruda

(Source: loser-vuitton, via marinelayer)

Best week. 👋😔 (at The Westin Ka’anapali Ocean Resort Villas)

Best week. 👋😔 (at The Westin Ka’anapali Ocean Resort Villas)

Learn to love solitude, to be more alone with yourselves. The tragedy of today’s young people is that they try to unite on the basis of carrying out noisy and aggressive actions so as not to feel lonely, and this is a sad thing. The individual must learn from childhood to be on his own, for this doesn’t mean to be lonely: it means to not get bored with oneself, because a person who finds himself bored when he is alone, it seems to me, is a person in danger.

—Andrei Tarkovsky on being asked, ‘What would you like to tell young people? (via aksamadogru)

(Source: funeral-wreaths, via wordpainting)