Showing posts with label my bedroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my bedroom. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
things-
I hate when I go to the pantry, to the refrigerator and then back to the pantry and act like something is going to better then the last time i was just there...
the music i start to clean my room with is always the total opposite at the ending time of room cleaned.
i think in words.
if your a passenger and i like you, i'll most likely play the baseline of the song on your legs.
i get happy legs when i'm happy.
my best friend and i have the most mind blowing conversations up and down 110.
i will most likely call you at random points, pick you up and make you ride for a drive...
i have absolutely no sense of direction and just shoot and pray for the best
i'm slightly in love with my Turkish gas station attendant.
which is odd because i always feel like a gas station murder would be so amazing and cant
believe is hasn't happened yet (?) that i kinda freak out because thats the thought i get EVERYTIME
at a gas station that i lock my doors keep the window open a crack and push in my car lighter.
i still hate the process of putting sheets on the bed.
as mush as i love words, i dont read as much as you'd think.
i have a hard time understanding how "LOL" and things like "Snooki' are real life things.
i answer my phone "HUH-LOW?!" many will think i'm pissed.
i don't know how to not whip my car around turns, it's almost impossible.
the music i start to clean my room with is always the total opposite at the ending time of room cleaned.
i think in words.
if your a passenger and i like you, i'll most likely play the baseline of the song on your legs.
i get happy legs when i'm happy.
my best friend and i have the most mind blowing conversations up and down 110.
i will most likely call you at random points, pick you up and make you ride for a drive...
i have absolutely no sense of direction and just shoot and pray for the best
i'm slightly in love with my Turkish gas station attendant.
which is odd because i always feel like a gas station murder would be so amazing and cant
believe is hasn't happened yet (?) that i kinda freak out because thats the thought i get EVERYTIME
at a gas station that i lock my doors keep the window open a crack and push in my car lighter.
i still hate the process of putting sheets on the bed.
as mush as i love words, i dont read as much as you'd think.
i have a hard time understanding how "LOL" and things like "Snooki' are real life things.
i answer my phone "HUH-LOW?!" many will think i'm pissed.
i don't know how to not whip my car around turns, it's almost impossible.
Labels:
(h)ideas,
Body/Mind,
bonita blurbs,
my bedroom,
My Brain Flow,
Thoughts
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Wednesday mornings bring inspiration!
I opened my curtains and saw series of photos in my mind...
Bare with me, there are sevrerl of the same shots with minor differences.
I love the contrasts in each photos, the livly effects, the warm fall colors
the window pannels, the greenery, the homemade stain glass my grandfather made for me.
One window shows the remains of summer while the other window moves into fall.
It was an effortless shoot - literally laying in my bed.
Not only does my bed face a certian direction but it awakes me to a great view!
Bare with me, there are sevrerl of the same shots with minor differences.
I love the contrasts in each photos, the livly effects, the warm fall colors
the window pannels, the greenery, the homemade stain glass my grandfather made for me.
One window shows the remains of summer while the other window moves into fall.
It was an effortless shoot - literally laying in my bed.
Not only does my bed face a certian direction but it awakes me to a great view!
Labels:
2012,
Air,
Art,
Body/Mind,
influences,
leaves,
my bedroom,
nature,
Photography,
summer
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