1. maggie and milly and molly and may
    went down to the beach(to play one day)
    and maggie discovered a shell that sang
    so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

    milly befriended a stranded star
    whose rays five languid fingers were;

    and molly was chased by a horrible thing
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

    may came home with a smooth round stone
    as small as a world and as large as alone.

    For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
    it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

    — e.e cummings
     
  2. our baby chopsticks!

     
  3. the art of hearing heartbeats

    'do you love me?' 'yes i do.'

    'how much do you love me?' 'i love you round the universe and back.'

    someone once told me that love is a choice. i believe in that statement.

    & i choose to love.

     
  4. Under glazed pencils & ceramic plates for plates & pasta @ Buffalo Arts Studio

     
  5. the exponential increase in electronic waste -cause & effect-
a photoshop collage

    the exponential increase in electronic waste -cause & effect-
    a photoshop collage

     
  6. This is the true and impossible story of my very great love. In the hope that she will not read this and reproach me, I have withheld many telling details: her name, the particulars of her birth and upbringing, and any identifying scars or birth marks. All the same, I cannot help but write this for her, to tell her “I’m sorry for every word I wrote to change you, I’m sorry for so many things. I couldn’t see you when you were here and, now that you’re gone, I see you everywhere.” One may read this and think it’s magic, but falling in love is an act of magic, so is writing. It was once said of Catcher In The Rye, “That rare miracle of fiction has again come to pass: a human being has been created out of ink, paper and the imagination.” I am no J.D. Salinger, but I have witnessed a rare miracle. Any writer can attest: in the luckiest, happiest state, the words are not coming from you, but through you. She came to me wholly herself, I was just lucky enough to be there to catch her.
    — Ruby Sparks
     
  7. Happiness is only real when shared
    — Into the Wild
     
  8. In twenty years from now
    I don’t wanna be just another name
    In twenty years from now
    I still wanna be in your life
    In twenty years from now
    I want someone to stop you on the street
    Ask you how you’re doing
    And bring up my name
    In twenty years from now
    I don’t want your answer to be
    “I haven’t seen her in ages”
    In twenty years from now
    I hope you say
    “She’s waiting for me at home.”
     
  9. chocolate chip cookies & milk. this is how Sunday mornings should be like. this is how happiness is like.

    chocolate chip cookies & milk. this is how Sunday mornings should be like. this is how happiness is like.

     
  10. Of course I am not referring to those outbursts of passion that drive us to do and say things we will later regret, that delude us into thinking we cannot live without a certain person, that set us quivering with anxiety at the mere possibility we might ever lose that person - a feeling that impoverishes rather than enriched us because we long to possess what we cannot, to hold on to what we cannot.
    — The Art of Hearing Heartbeats, Jen-Philipp Sendker