tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42332266853368718692011-07-30T17:47:56.654-07:00a photo a day for my lover away.miss mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230459989167080575noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233226685336871869.post-23611087800402130482009-09-21T20:22:00.000-07:002009-09-21T20:23:56.983-07:00these things i do/the actions i take/the way i do it. it's hard to not hold resentment towards you. i realize/d how dangerous it is/was to live this way, but how could i possibly live any other way after what i have experienced with you?<br /><br />i do these things - hoping the sum of the parts will be what makes my lover come back. <br /><br />and then there comes the disappointment. the earth-shattering realizations.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4233226685336871869-2361108780040213048?l=hi-smitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230459989167080575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233226685336871869.post-55332136561964131902009-09-19T23:09:00.001-07:002009-09-19T23:11:56.766-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29136944@N05/3898799271/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/3898799271_0580e63bbc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/29136944@N05/">hi.smitten</a></span><br clear="all" /><p>craving green grass and nice hands. the tickling of noses with spare branches. raindrops falling from a perfectly sunny sky.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4233226685336871869-5533213656196413190?l=hi-smitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230459989167080575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233226685336871869.post-31094057045355472132009-09-18T21:07:00.001-07:002009-09-18T21:07:47.910-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29136944@N05/3933418824/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3933418824_2a997c1586_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29136944@N05/3933418824/">factures</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/29136944@N05/">hi.smitten</a></span><br clear="all" /><p>i'm not sure i'll ever feel quite the same about the french language.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4233226685336871869-3109405704535547213?l=hi-smitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230459989167080575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233226685336871869.post-72117169569379213422009-09-16T19:55:00.000-07:002009-09-18T20:59:01.121-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbLZfLv15Bs/SrGlnnqNudI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_SpuNAs-uwQ/s1600-h/P1010576.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/3933406324_3a54e6c9a5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382265129763977682" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>my little corner looked so beautiful today in the sunlight. i thought about the morning we sat here on my balcony. drinking iced coffee and listening to joanna newsom. we didn't talk much that morning. the future was now.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">o, morning without warning like a hole</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and i watch you go</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and there are some dragons who were built to have and hold</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and they sting so terribly</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4233226685336871869-7211716956937921342?l=hi-smitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230459989167080575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233226685336871869.post-5531015763420403162009-09-15T14:55:00.001-07:002009-09-15T14:59:33.680-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29136944@N05/3922239874/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/3922239874_b9fe11a4e9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style=" margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29136944@N05/3922239874/">la granja</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/29136944@N05/">hi.smitten</a></span> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4233226685336871869-553101576342040316?l=hi-smitten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230459989167080575noreply@blogger.com0