#brutaltwist

[taylor-sea]

Hey, it's Taylor. I got rid of my Tumblr. I got a new phone and I don't have your number. I really miss you. Text me or call me when you get a chance!

Hey!!! I sent texts to the number I have a while back but I didn't hear anything, so maybe it's an old one?

[misplacedtnt]

Faraway friend,

You are soft words and a fistful of hope.

A hero from the bad days

And conversations on the floor

That meant more than we meant them to.

Our families, our friends in class

That were the reason to breathe for a while.

The adventures we lived

And tell like children

In firelight voices.

Sleep easy.

You have magic in your fingers,

And the hero always wins, in the end.

[taylor-sea]

This Uber is really going places. 🐶

[taylor-sea]

The Worldtrain

A train headed everywhere. You rent a room, and you make it your own. You fill it with plants and books and posters. One wall is a big glass window. The train roams from place to place, Always moving. Two days in this city, 12 hours in a quiet town with two lights on. Months melting into the hissing tracks. The train wanders along the coasts, Switching back over red clay deserts And endless wheat fields and forests. Spending nights with the slow roll Of lights and fields and cities. Rocking to sleep As the moon races to keep up.

[taylor-sea]

I love this album.

[taylor-sea]

Throwback to when Loken looked like a Q-tip.

[taylor-sea]

Sleeping at Last - Saturn You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death. With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

[taylor-sea]

“I associate you with the following: echoey spaces, blank canvases, rich mulch, Carmel-colored wool-on-the-inside-flap jackets, churches that hold architectural merit, cobble-stoned streets, dollar store adventures, and stars. A very big, black blanket of stars that makes things quiet. Makes the quiet holy. Makes the quiet comfortable. Constellations tell a million stories. You don't know them but you make them up. I associate you with warm wind. And that dust that floats in squares of light through windows. Pretty, quiet moments. Smart moments. Moments that you know mean more than they are.” 

- @brutaltwist describing my associations.