TO LACK COLOUR

”Run. Run until the pain in your legs compensates for the pain in your heart. And then keep running. Run from the shadow that trails you; Opaque and fat with memories, it does nothing but slow you down. Run away until it’s as narrow as a bone. Maybe then you will find yourself feeling as light as the wind that goes against you.” — thesevnth.

sitting astride your rain-soaked back heavy steps in muddy tracks the dampened sky cloaks a shining sun first walk, then trot, now run

Ernest Hemingway, A Way You’ll Never Be.

“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.” — John Burroughs

I still talk to you in my sleep, I don't say much 'cause the hurt runs too deep. I gave you the moon and the stars to keep, but you gave them back to me. and I still lay on my side of the bed, I dance alone when the last bottle's spent memories like a river runnin' through my head I'll have me an ocean before I'm dead

Promise to Keep // Brandi Carlile

(The milky way as seen by @ashleydiscovers and her camera from where we slept on my roof.)

Wee devils, cats. 

My friend Rae Delbianco recently published her debut novel, Rough Animals, and it’s incredible. I posted a review of it ages ago on my bookstagram account, but I realized I never shared it over here! My review:

“There is an unmarked line in Utah, somewhere among the flatworm lengths of invisible county borders, past the point when you can say you’re headed South and are now already in it and just going further down, where the plain opens forward and the plateaus are too high on either side for you to see the sun and so the sun seems to come from the ground itself. He watched the earth shed its green skin and dry into tan bruises of acacia bramble and sand– the top fingers of the desert, spread upon the map from below like a callus on the earth.” –Rae Delbianco, Rough Animals 🍂 I don’t know where to begin. I honestly don’t know how to begin to summarize my love for this book and my admiration and respect for its author. Rough Animals is an open wound of a novel. Bleeding you dry and dragging you across the desert, desperate. Rae’s sometimes achingly lyrical and sometimes bare-bones writing style weaves it’s way seamlessly throughout in a way that echos a cold reality at the same time as it leaves you with the aftertaste of a fever dream. I loved every bit of it; the imagery, the characters, the brutal human struggle of grappling with who you are when everything you’ve hinged your identity and your soul to is vanishing in a cloud of dust and exhaust behind you. This book is a force of nature, and an instant classic. I can’t wait to have a whole collection of Rae Delbianco novels sitting on my shelf in the future (or, more realistically, in a loving pile on my floor.)

My adorable parents and my mom’s horse, Matisse. :)

Even soggy round pen circles are fun with this guy. :)

photocredit: @ashleydiscovers 

July 4th, 2018. I sat next to my mother on the rooftop and watched the explosions live briefly in the sky. We sat, on damp bricks that smelled of a rain just missed, until the lights stopped leaping skyward and the night stayed ink-black and quiet (except for the dog barking in the distance) and we climbed down the ladder and went back inside. 

“Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle.  Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

— W.S. Merwin, from “Separation”

“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”

- Albert Schweitzer

“In the case of Switzerland, a whole country is concerned with the species-appropriate treatment of all things green. The constitution reads, in part, that "account [is] to be taken of the dignity of creation when handling animals, plants and other organisms." So it's probably not a good idea to decapitate flowers along the highway in Switzerland without good reason. Although this point of view has elicited a lot of head shaking in the international community, I, for one, welcome breaking down the moral barriers between animals and plants. When the capabilities of vegetative beings become known, and their emotional lives and needs are recognized, then the way we treat plants will gradually change, as well. Forests are not first and foremost lumber factories and warehouses for raw material, and only secondarily complex habitats for thousands of species, which is the way modern forestry currently treats them. Completely the opposite, in fact.” ― Peter Wohlleben, The Hidden Life of Trees

Sie is settling in super well in his new place! <3