Tuesday, September 30, 2014

"You think I didn't notice the kaleidoscope of confusion and aching deftly painted on your face? You thought I'd overlook the way your fingers brushed your jaw as you tried to make sense of this mad world? You assumed I couldn't see the way your eyes dripped with melancholy as you stared past everything? Oh, but I did. I always do."
-WE ALL COMPLETE / Rachel Bushong / September 2014

Monday, September 29, 2014

"Washed out scraps of summer remain, but oh how they burn."
-Rachel Bushong / September 2014

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

"So much of what we think or express is from the backseat of cars, chins resting on hands, eyes tired and alive, or with bony fingers wrapped around the wheel, looking at the midnight earth or golden city, your gaze flickering in time with your thoughts, meeting the eyes from the passenger seat."
-EVERYTHING IS POIGNANT / Rachel Bushong / September 2014

Sunday, September 21, 2014

We were all wearing our flannels and faded black jeans, denim jackets tied around our waists, hair falling over our fading tanned faces. College had started and it felt so damn right be on such a beautiful massive campus seeing Walk the Moon beneath the trees and night sky, the air cooling and reminding us of the transition. It was everything I could use to jump and jive with my friends to Anna Sun, knowing all the summer anthem words, and forgetting the worries of this mad world.


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Everyone wanted to think we'd come back one last time but inwardly we all knew it was our last swim of the summer. The cool blue dusk air was balmy and honeyed on my skin, the moon glowing early, a few stars emerging as we swam. We jumped in countless times, relishing the sensation of flying in water, knowing the warmth of the water was the last summer ritual of the year.


Sunday, September 14, 2014

This life is wild. The days are growing shorter, the nights longer, and I'm trying to immerse myself in the plenitude of participating despite life's double time movement. Whenever I feel absent or confused or dry I ask myself: what will I wish I would've done during this season of life?

"Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It's toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness." -source