the dilemma of the essential human condition - reconciling our oscillating ends

Beaming
Creative Chatter
Meditative Ease

Comfortable worn-in silences
Minuscule footsteps
Encapsulated in tiny voices

Little projects around the house
Chaotically endearing
We call them our inspirons

Who cast shadows
On our past selves
A future never envisaged

You
Got me
In a saddle stitch
I won't let go

Alien.Nation.

for the unexpected bursts of breakdowns in midst of work
for when faced with bad days
for when all you need is someone to talk to but naught
for when all you can do is turn inward
maybe this will bring some cheer

this has got to be the cutest and fun thing to do :)

Gravity's a possessive bed

an objective subjectivity

~The most interesting faces generally oscillate between charm and crookedness. There is a tyranny about perfection, a certain tedium even, something that asserts itself with all the dogmatism of a scientific formula. The more tempting kind of beauty has only a few angles from which it may be seen, and then not in all lights and at all times. It flirts dangerously with ugliness, it takes risks with itself, it does not side comfortably with mathematical rules of proportion, it draws its appeal from precisely those details that also lend themselves to ugliness.~

i'll take understated over accessibility, it lingers unexpectedly