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Janaina Medeiros
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Huge clear quartz cluster my buddy Henry Rogers mined at the Coleman Crystal Mine in Jessieville, Arkansas
‘Hello land dog, I am water dog.’
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I'm dead
The Denver Botanic Gardens, Colorado by Sam Scholes
WHAT A BABY
Jimi Hendrix - The Cry of Love (Unused Album Cover - Art by Henri Martinez 1970).
In 1970, Jimi Hendrix was planning his first solo album – without the Experience or Band of Gypsies in the title – originally to be called First Rays of the New Rising Sun.
drawn of me in pen & ink
@ Pacific Northwest College of Art
February 23rd, 2016
drawn of me in pen & ink
@ Pacific Northwest College of Art
February 23rd, 2016
We live in a two bedroom house. It’s a small house. We sleep close together every night even when it’s hot. There is a table in the backyard. There is no grass. It’s mostly a garden. We grow a lot of vegetables and herbs. Every summer we see who can grow the best tomatoes. Mine are great, but yours are sublime. I don’t mind losing the tomato contest. I still get to eat all of them with you.
You sunbathe and I sit next to you under the shade of a large, painted umbrella. You are so beautiful that I feel nervous and excited. We cook together and you kiss me while I’m cutting something and I worry that I’ll cut myself, but I never do.
When we eat, we don’t sit across from each other. We sit on the same side of the table. We’re closer. Kissing with food in our mouths. Laughing with food in our mouths.
We both work early. Sometimes I will get up extra early and make us an absurdly large breakfast. We let the dirty pots and pans and dishes sit on the counter all day. I think about you while I work. I wonder if you’re thinking about me. I think so.
I try to show you a movie I like and you fall asleep halfway through. That’s alright. I can watch and you can sleep with your head on a pillow and your legs across mine. I look at you.
when people ask what I want my life to be when I grow up (like really grow up) this is it
this is my life
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant’s eye