step on a landmine...in a good way...

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me.After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

RIP Ray Bradbury. Thank you for writing and for inspiring. Thank you for creating wonderful stories and images that will last centuries past even my own time. You have changed the world with your words, just as you set out to do.

roll me away

I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know’
- Hemingway

against the wind

I've been doing some spring cleaning while living at home. I found this last night in a box labeled "souvenirs".





I love it.

I also found a letter I wrote to myself at 25. That was hilarious. But my 18 year old self wished my 25 year old self would have traveled too. I've scratched the surface of my adventures, but I'm glad I made my former me happy :)

this is my commandment

the people for me

But I realized this tonight. I need mad moments, mad people, MADNESS to survive.

Like Kerouac said,


“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”


Without the awwww. With the grin, the smile, the feeling of having gone completely mad inside, that feeling of bliss. That makes your heart smile and your soul sing. That madness.