Never forget to lose yourself when you find Him

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e y e p l e a s u r e s

I noticed how much writing there was, most of it boring ramblings of Chantel, I decided to break up the situation with a mess of pictures I took today.

good things are worth searching for

You seem to be only but a fragment of my imagination
I can't seem to find you since that day, only on tuesdays at around 11am
sitting next to tinkerbell
and sometimes working in the LA building at the peace core table.

being so polite talking to hippsters.

you, in your greek fisher men's hat, 
how you caught my eye across the library courtyard
how you sat in my spot, holding your coffee between both hands
staring off into the landscape, you where looking for your destiny, you where looking for me.
I was looking for you. On that cloudy morning.

the way you where taken back by my compliment
how you looked up not expecting me there.
not expecting anyone to speak to you
your eyes where bright and the sparks where ricocheting off you and into me.
how your clothes where so fashionable, yet so low key, the leather boots, nice jeans and messenger bag
that was most likely organized.

how I regret not sitting down with you
talking with you about the feeling after a rich tragic movie
about the mystery novels you most likely read and journals of hopeless romantics and sailors.
but for some reason that glimpse of you was just enough, the eye contact we made after the daring move I made to say
"nice hat" and the ironic path I chose to take, because I too was wearing that hat, and we looked awfully perfect in that moment.


I hope to see you again.
I'm looking for you, I want to know who you are.
If any of you know this mysterious man who wears a greek fisher man's hat every day usually in black but sometimes in grey, dark hair, dark eyes, beard, about 6'3 normal body type, attends UVU, has only been seen in the LA building, possibly a volunteer at the peace core. Please lead him to this blog.

GirlPersons talk about: Dreams for the future

Chantel: Rachel, I just want to quit my job and move to a wooden house on the cliffs in Oregon with a man that has a beard and is a bit chubby and warm and kisses me a lot and we don't have to work we just get money from his rich parents so we can read and be in love all day. Is that too much to ask?

Rachel: No, it's really not. Is it too much to ask if you and your husband would throw dinner parties? Because sometimes when my husband is not out on his fishing yacht him and I will be in our get away house also in Oregon and we like dinner parties with old friends. Our husbands could compare beards and you and I could write blogs and books and paint together.

C: Rachel, I don't think that's too much at all. And our husbands would be really good cooks and know all about wine and become best friends. Our dinner parties would be understated and so beautiful with amazing food and just the coolest people. But not fake cool, actual cool.

R: Maybe I'll even pop out a little one who would be very obedient and laughs a lot and you can knit him fashionable cardigans that you retail on Etsy for $90.

C:And I'll have a beautiful curly haired girl that will love wearing suspenders at a young age and will love Daniel Day Lewis as I do.

R:Exactly. You know how to have a good life. And you and your husband could come sail with us around Alaska on our boat for Spring vacations and go to Canada.

C: And I can knit us all big fisherman's sweaters and you and I will have chairs that my husband builds for us on the deck to sit and talk and read and write in.

R: I want my husband to drive a fancy Subaru and own a chocolate lab.

C: I am going to be friends with lots of musicians so my kid will grow up with people singing all the time and she'll write songs and put on concerts for us at our dinner parties!

things that made my day good.

"I'll have a beautiful curly haired girl that will love wearing suspenders at a young age and will love Daniel Day Lewis as I do."-Chantel 

Joanna Newsom

July 17th 1950 

Syvlia Plath

"A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self assurance like soothing lanolin. I was sitting out on the steps today, uneasy with fear and discontent, Peter,(the little boy across the street) with the pointed pale face, the grave blue eyes and the slow fragile smile came bringing his adorable sister Libby of the flaxen braids and the firm, lyrically- formed child-body. They stood shyly for a little, and then Peter picked a white petunia and put it in my hair. Thus began an enchanting game, where I sat very still, while Libby ran to and fro gathering petunias, and Peter stood by my side, arranging the blossoms. I closed my eyes to feel more keenly the lovely delicate-child-hands, gently tucking flower after flower into my curls. "And now a white one," the lisp was soft and tender. Pink, crimson, scarlet, white... the faint pungent odor of the petunias was hushed and sweet. and all my hurts where soothed away. Something about the frank, guileless blue eyes, the beautiful young bodies, the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain." 

this grounds not mine, to walk upon. -Bright Eyes

Bill Callahan

Shhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh. Just. . .shhhhh. Had a rough day? Lie down on your bed and just listen to this.






This is my personal favorite. The first time I heard this song I couldn't believe his voice, so deep and sexy.