𝐽𝐽

a dark & twisty scorpio

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“ai will replace you” i’d like to see ai yearn for her like i do

[folksyswift]

When you are young, they assume you know nothing but I knew you through the daze of the blades of the grass in summer. Cross your heart, won't tell no other. Parachutes for the free fall of being younger. Love you to the moon and to Saturn. I memorized the sound of your bare footsteps. Running wild, it's been a long time. Life has ways of leaving those days behind, but love has ways of bringing things back to life. Man, it's been a while, but I knew it, I knew you. And I knew you'd come back to me ‘cause I knew everything when I was young and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.

[inky-sun]

[taylorswift]

It’s a *Toy* Story 🤠

You knew it! My new original song “I Knew It, I Knew You” for Disney and Pixar’s Toy Story 5 will be yours on June 5th. I’ve always dreamed of getting to write for these characters who I’ve adored since I was a 5 year old kid watching the first Toy Story movie. I fell instantly in love with Toy Story 5 when I was lucky enough to see it in its early stages, and I wrote this song as soon as I got home from the screening. Sometimes you just know, right?

You can pre-order now exclusively on my site and catch Toy Story 5 in theaters June 19th ☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

[beammeupplease]

Cliffs of Les Petites-Dalles

Monet

[attachmentbarbiee]

[goodreadss]

Water Lilies, Pink - Claude Monet

[buffalo-upriver]

views from the bridge, buffalo ny

[midnightinshadow]

[srdcovka]

Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin (2018) dir. Arwen Curry

[midnightinshadow]

[a-generation-lost--in-space]

middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

[oyalivvs]

[meeems-world]

[ariaiscursed]

- foggy city streets

[academic-vampire]

𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔴

[petaltexturedskies]

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)