or under the door.
words i like lately:
champagne, marmalade, bobbin, tether.
i thought the other night that when I get old I would like to grow oranges in a yard behind a little house by the sea.
i don't know much about the world. I feel naive (in the initial post i misspelled naive, how appropriately ironic) and ignorant. I walked by an exhibit of Malaysia in the photojournalism department last week and the pictures almost made me cry not because they were sad but because i don't know those people or anything about them.
here are some pictures while you wait...




you know that feeling when you're riding in a car and the sun is setting and you don't have a camera...that's what i feel like when i think of love.
i read exodus four the other day and was extremely confused.
1 comment:
i feel that way when i try to think of clever things to say.
it is Germany. i heart your pics, bedfellow.
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