Todays prompt: Post Secret.

Send one in to:

Post Secret 13345 Copper Ridge Rd Germantown, Maryland 20874

or just write about it. Inside of us, millions of secrets harbor, some of which we even hide from ourselves. As they harbor they grow dusty, although they are never forgotten. There are always times in conversation where you could say something, although you can't because of how it would taste on your tongue. Today I encourage you to scream your secret to the sky. Odds are no one is listening but yourself, and you are the only one who truly needs to know how it sounds out loud.

The second prompt, if that one doesn't suit your fancy:

If you'd call my name out loud, do you suppose that I would come running? Do you suppose I'd come at all? I suppose I would.

-Dispatch

Do with them both as you will.

This entire collection is brilliant.

Alexander Mcqueen, rest in peace. You were a brilliant designer, the world has lost a bit of everything that makes it phenomenal.

All of my photos are courtesy of either google images or photobucket.

Any who;;

I'm heading back to school today. Only ten days until I come home, ten days that will feel like an eternity. When I come home I'm hoping to start filming for a montage of short films that I can make into a collection. When I get the chance I'll post on how this is going.

What I'm currently looking for:

A magnifying class

A small gold birdhouse

Any sort of small trinckit

A small pocket watch (antique, of course.)

^^^ all of which i can turn into necklaces.

My neck feels very bare and naked, lately.

Off to school.

drawing.

Valentines

Hello beautiful!

What a lovely day it is to be alive. I went skiing today in Park City, it was warm and the sun was shining. I stopped at about twelve to get hot chocolate with a shot of vanilla, and it was absolutely wonderful. I've decided that this is my favorite mountain, more so than Jackson Hole, which is hard to beat.

So last friday I climbed trees and messed around with my Holga and Polaroid, and I'm craving to do the same thing right now. I'm going to Chicago in two weeks and I couldn't be more excited. Photoshoots planned with Hettie and thrift store shopping with Alex, what could get better?

Prompt for today: Tegan and Sara's new album, or Metric's Calculation Theme.

Do with them what you will.

Oh,, poetry.

I met an acid named empty.

The feeling of

emptiness

inside of my stomach

refuses to be filled with

peaches, plums or

apple cores.

I’m not hungry, only lonely, but anyways.

My stomach fell in love with an acid called empty.

I grow trees and strawberry seeds

but the orchards continue to venture onto

forbidden territory and places where

X doesn’t mark the spot.

And Peter Pan was only delusion and

the ocean was only a raindrop enlarged by the skies

magnify glass.

But the fluids continue on as if it was

winter and

the pears grow because they want to win the

state fair.

They are rather large.

But people made of paper and

firemen that have never put out a flame

cannot fill me,

even if they do inhabit my organs.

Colonies and bank robberies,

I’m still spilling over with nothing but

continuous homicides and

chain reaction suicides

that I can’t control.

If only me and my stomach weren’t so small…

Tonight my ghost will ask your ghost.

Hello.

Why are these bodies between us?

I adore Metric, their lyrics are absolutely stunning.

"Some day," I told Jan, "When they demonstrate that the world has four dimensions instead of just three, a man will be able to go out for a walk and just disappear. No burial, no tears, no illusions, no heaven or hell. People will be sitting round and they'll say 'what happened to George?' and, someone will say, 'well I don't know. He said he was going out for a pack of cigarettes'." -Charles Bukowski

Tonight I'd love for you to go out and explore. There is a whole world that hardly anyone takes advantage of. Find your Grandmother's cob webbed rocking chair, the rabbit your mother painted you when you were five or the tree bark that surrounds the willow in your back yard. Inspiration hides itself within the crevices of the world, and preferably, I'd love for you to find them. Take your Holga film camera for a walk, it has been very lonely lately, matter a fact you have been lonely yourself. Together find something beautiful and capture it.

Don't let it pass you by.