this is what we’ll be listening to this weekend under a canopy of snowflakes, of gold metallic fringe, of tiny dots of light, of black tree branches. a santa hat, a reindeer nose, a piece of lace. the flash of a camera and a setting sun.
- 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 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
This is what we’ll be listening this weekend wearing jackets, wrapped in the haze of a thousand tiny dots of light in the dark, glitter on our hands, our feet, our faces…winding a path through the woods, branches raining whispers down around us, hidden from the rising sun while I carve our story into the bleeding bark.
this is what we’ll be listening to this weekend, sitting still, watching days fade into nights, watching clouds warp into shadows, watching time spin through us, around us, past us.
sitting still.
the soundtrack to our weekend…to our baby kicking and our house packing and hammock swinging. To our laying on the couch. To our driving with the windows down. Our soundtrack until the end of time.
today is alex’s birthday. and this is his birthday playlist.
I think everyone should know that he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. the greatest, most incredible, beautiful twist of fate. my body, my heart, my mind, my soul…they all feel anchored to him, drawn to him, burning because of him.
and today is his. the sacred day my soul mate was born.
this weekend…this is where my head’s at.
If the Divine master plan is perfection,
Maybe next I’ll give Judas a try…
Trusting my thoughts to the ice cream assassin.
-Tori Amos, Spark
a painted owl, a trip to the market. a food truck rally, a football game. a day at the beach, where fall will never find us. all of these have been on playlists before…but these are our fall songs, our autumn soundtrack.
this one goes out to lisa.
xo
“…I see a stairway so I follow it down
Into the belly of a whale
Where my secrets echo all around
You know me now but to do better than that
You’ve got to follow me
Boy I’m trying to show you where I’m at
Hey pretty
Don’t you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don’t you wanna kick and slide with me
Through my world
Well I’ve got a mind full of wicked desings
I’ve got a non-stop-whole in my head-imagination
I can’t forget I am a sole architect
I built the shadows here
I built the growl in the voice I fear
You know me now but to do better than that
You’ve got to follow me
Boy I’m trying to show you where I’m at…”
-Poe, Hey Pretty
