a film review, for you.

Eat Pray Love

Based on the book that made millions of women with emotional problems stuff their faces with pizza and meditate, this features Julia Roberts as Elizabeth Gilbert, the divorced writer who travelled for a year. Fuck seeing this. Instead, buy a one-way plane ticket, get fat on exotic foods, wear loose pants, find a guru, scrub some floors, drink some tequila, eat again, get your palm read by some old guy with no teeth and hope that Javier Bardem will also want to have sex with you. (RH)

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p.s. i am here! montreal in autumn. (far away from cowboy coffee hell) my love. time changes and late buses have left me sleepless and internet wandering. i went film searching and found this. a film review, for you - it's basically us who wrote it. dunno how it happened. it just did.

so much love! i miss you!

night owl melodies (more).

dear em,

i am still in a juliosphere of temporal lucidity.

sleep will not come.

my brain is alive with a whirlwind of what ifs, whens, and wheres.

i miss you.

i think we would both agree that this a different kind of missing.

one that sort of sneaks up from behind and snips your achilles.

just a quick snip of course! - but a nasty one, nonetheless.

i know what you mean about the jokes - they bounce off empty walls.

ann arbor (no u) is too far away.

so are you.

so is j.worm, glow master (of the world).

today my eyes were hungry for all sorts of colours, so i will share

them.

(to be honest, i was writing little snap-shot-stories for you)

mermaid

etched in

the wall.

unexpected

beauty.

(the best

kind.)

suggestions?

yes,

please.

i like this little shadow dance.

the shadows tell a more elaborate story than the actual flowers do.

what does that tell?

plants can be cute - this one is proof.

stop light. somehow, just sitting there.

just like that.

p.s. i really like getting my hands dirty and i really hate dirt under my finger nails.

time machine.

where to go? when?

just spin a globe.

maybe spin a globe

with countries on it

that no longer exist?

...textures, from some time ago. (i think?)

love, k.

x.

this porch.

tonight is our last night of

listening to the crickets;

watching the fireflies;

sneaking into the night for a breath of fresh air;

of listening

to the little

coos and poos

of the baby

(of the world)

together.

i love this porch.

this pagoda.

perfect for hanging

balloons and baby's laundry.

i love this place.

p.s.

porches are important places,

of course.

a midsummer night's dream.

emma,

new mom.

lovely friend.

beautiful bombshell of the world.

it's 3:24am and you are asleep

(rightfully so).

i am night owl'ing,

while

todd rummages for

midnight snacks.

it feels a bit like a dream,

in the most lovely way that

it ever possibly could.

julius is wrapped up,

rocking.

soothing.

dozing.

dreaming.

we love you.

good night.

bon nuit.

x ::