playlist for a spring that’s come far too soon and a winter that never really came at all. for a moon that dissects your heart with a thousand weightless arrows, for paint covered fingers at 3 in the morning.
- beauty queen
- Birthdays
- Bon Appetit
- Brigsby
- Christmas
- Corona
- Dear Brigsby
- dear diana
- DIY
- Dreams
- elvis
- Good Advice
- Halloween
- Home Sweet Home
- Jamie & Michi
- Letters From Your Mother
- Life In General
- Little Holidays
- Magic
- Musings
- Nostalgia
- Nursery
- Rexley
- Shelby Black
- Stella
- True Love
- Uncategorized
- Videos
- Weekend Playlist
- With Love
- May 2013
- April 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- October 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- April 2010
- March 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
- June 2009
- May 2009
- April 2009
- March 2009
playlist for a lightning strike of clarity and dreams that seem far too real. for pins and needles, for legs of lead, for curved white horns.
rifles has been on for days and days. if I could crawl inside that song and stay there, I would.
soundtrack for a pumpkin patch, for a thousand dying leaves, for a reunion in a maze in the middle of nowhere.
a soundtrack for the morning we spent sprawled across the living room floor…baby crawling, brigsby dancing, me in my underwear, heart beating madly.
soundtrack for another weekend that I wish I was with Michi.
soundtrack for being pulled back down from that perilous place of overwhelming screaming where your eyes burn and your legs collapse.
really, I just want to get drunk and dance in the dark. no holds barred. candles and a liquid moon. frenzied spinning, tangled hair. summer heat, drops of wine staining the floor.
the soundtrack for a burning summer sun, for black dirt clinging to your fingernails, for midnight rain trailing down your windows.
the soundtrack for a memorial day party. for jello shots and wine. for floating and swaying and dancing. for blonde hair and mint nails. for a sunday drive. for rose petals littering the ground.
the soundtrack for standing in the middle of an orange grove, a hovering crown of bees dancing around your head…and bullets exploding all around.
the soundtrack for paint covered fingers.
for beer and crawfish.
for sand and sea.
for babies loving mamas and mamas loving you.
