January 2012
102 posts
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Jan 1st
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My new favorite combination is my best friend, wine, crafts and left handed scissors.
Jan 1st
December 2011
83 posts
Dec 30th
151 notes
11 tags
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
18 notes
8 tags
Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
6,261 notes
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I knocked my wine glass over and splashed...
And my first thought was, ‘what a waste of perfectly good wine.’ Then I noticed all my soaked papers and books.
Dec 29th
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I got photo emulsion base but forgot the sensitizer today. Unhappy, unhappy, unhappy.
Dec 29th
Dec 28th
58 notes
Dec 28th
302 notes
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Dec 28th
53 notes
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Aaron flies in on New Years, and we are going to go out and see if we can watch the fireworks, with cider, blankets, pillows, beeswax candles & my new brass lantern. Whenever he leaves, he leaves for too long, and I miss him, I miss him.
Dec 28th
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“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via infinitives)
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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“I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.”
– Charles Baudelaire  (via pluviam)
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
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6 tags
Dec 24th
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“Women love all that sensitive nautical shit.”
– Dave, Flight of the Conchords.
Dec 23rd
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with-a-capital-a asked: Hi, this is not a question. I searched Tumblr for "boats" , because I was feeling a little nautical, and your blog was first. I dig it. I'm picking up what you're laying down.
Dec 23rd
8 tags
Dec 23rd
29 notes
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I would like a beautiful Meerschaum pipe with a sea captain head bowl. Only, I don’t want to part with my arm or leg, and I don’t want to become an indentured servant.
Dec 23rd
47 notes
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The Last Day of My First Job
I always start with the dustiest room in the office. We try not to talk about it, but we know that it’s human skin. I wipe it off windowsills and the tops of clocks and anywhere I can reach and think of the unearthly connection between the dust of human skin and sacred dinosaur fossils. All just dust; just remains, heavy and wrapped in linen. The heavy linen cleaning bags that I pull one by one...
Dec 22nd
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 21st
3 notes
12 tags
Dec 21st
10 notes
12 tags
Dec 21st
24 notes
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Dec 21st
74 notes
4 tags
My cat takes up the whole bed, somehow.
It’s not fair.
Dec 20th
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Dec 20th
425 notes
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Dec 20th
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I just submitted my music to see if I could play at Doe Bay Fest. (I doubt it’ll work out.)
Dec 18th
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I’ve been terrible at blogging lately. However, I do have a lot of fresh new prints and other arts.
Dec 17th
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Dec 14th
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Dec 13th
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Dec 13th
Dec 12th
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Dec 12th
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Dec 12th
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Dec 11th
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The Constant Whirring of the Mind at 3am
I’ve got it, I’ve got it bad.
Dec 11th
26 notes
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Dec 11th
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Dec 11th
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