At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta/ Gift Of A Poet
"I don’t listen to what art critics say. I don’t know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.” –Jean-Michel Basquiat (Photo: New York Times Magazine, 1985)
Portland smells like pine and makes my heart feel fluttery.
#fbf to drinking Lacrosse and awful fashion choices.