July 31, 2014

Oh these trying times


Lately, I have been quite happy and I can't be more appreciative of the people I have around me and the opportunities I have both in my personal and professional life. When you life knocks down, you don't just sit there. So I've gotten up and I'm doing something about it, as I always have. But funneling out internal turmoil is no joke; it takes a great deal of strength and perseverance. Still, negative feelings, in and of itself, is a source of energy of which can be channeled into something productive. It is not wasted energy if you can turn it around. We have to practice that.

These days I am adding some life and green into my apartment. Here, I have a few different succulent variations and a bonsai plant. On my balcony I have rosemary and cilantro growing, but they are a little pathetic looking to be honest. Urban gardening is something I am still trying to wrap my head around.

I have a few other projects in the works too! It's very interesting to see how it goes and I am very excited to share as they come together. 

Here are some more words and ramblings on staying positive.

July 29, 2014

St. Pete Murals #2


600 block on central behind the shops

More murals here

July 28, 2014

Typewriter Quotes


Remember this beaut of a typewriter? I just fixed it up a bit so that I could finally use it. It's been a while... but it did make a pretty addition to my shelf all the months it sat there collecting dust. I started practicing typing on it with some of my old tweets, quotes and pieces of my offline writing. I'll share some more quotes, but here are a few for now!






July 24, 2014

At the dog park


Going to the dog park kind of makes me consider getting a dog myself... but I know better. 

July 23, 2014

Lost in Translation


I think we speak a different sort of language with one another. Though the words 
that spill from my lips are familiar, somehow between them lifting off my tongue 
and drumming your ear, they are lost. 

Please. 

Don't try to dissect the inflections and the inconvenient pauses between my syllables to 
find a story hidden in the spaces. 
Let the silence dull the senses because fighting tooth and nail 
to find solace only leaves you aching for something more.