swarbles.
swarbles songs; songs i have recorded.
mariaface; a photo of my face for every day of twothousandandtwelve.
end thoughts; the thoughts one has at the end of the day.
things i made; self explanatory.
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january twenty-fifth.
discovered the “photo booth” feature on my little red camera.
this is the art side of my studio. behind the camera is the...
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the snow might all be a melty slushy mess here, but at least i can put snow on my blog.
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took a walk to the library to return a book, and found these lovely gems in the book sale section:
little dixie - childrens manuscript book (for...
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Morning Fluff: Baby Porcupine Irwin trying to reach his breakfast at the bottom of a mug as metaphor for life.
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Winter.
The lion statues at the New York Public Library, with a mantle of snow during the record December 1948 snowfall, 12/1948
(via fuckyeahwinter)
The beach was fun, but kinda cold, and the sun was going down. Made for a couple of cute photos, but it wasn’t warm enough to play in the water. My mama and dad were FREEZIN! :) Oh well!! Next time, maybe!
LOOK. LOOK AT THE FACE. oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh.
(via corgiaddict)
i am working on a cover of this song, and earlier when singing “i wanna know if you think of me” the blue light flickered and it is hard to believe in coincidence a lot of the time.
it’s completely acceptable behavior for me to write an email to one of my dear friends who lives in d.c. asking him to lurk around the general vicinity of the lincoln theatre tomorrow and saturday and that if he sees julian, he should tell him to come up for my birthday, right? especially since it is looking as though i will not get the day off from work (boo), since my father and brother might be going to vermont and new hampshire early next week for work.
he probably won’t lurk around for him, but it’s worth a shot, yeah?
yeah.
in related news, i turn twentyeight on tuesday and i can’t spell vicinity without googling. or separate. or desperate. only because i spell them the way i pronounce them: VAcinity, sepERate, despARate.
Snoring Dormouse with sound - listen (by thamesditton46)
i have to get up early to meet one of our customers in the parking lot of a dunkin donuts before he goes to work. that sounds a bit like a drug transaction, yeah? it’s not.
according to one of the forecasts, there is possible snow for my birthday. possible! i like that word. not as much as the pairing “definite blizzard,” but okay.
Brother Rabbit by William Morris. Reproduction by Scalamandre.
(via ziarci)
