darcy snuggling with elliott. so much love. (Taken with instagram)
a digital scrapbook for a compulsive listmaker...
writer. artist. geek. nomad. beachbaby. mess.
collector of many things. all fire + water + daydreams.
Dale Cooper: Now I’m going to go down and get us two malts and some fries downstairs. Then I want you to tell me all your troubles.
Audrey Horne: That could take all night.
Dale Cooper: The night is young. Now I’m going to get the food and you’re going to get dressed.
Audrey Horne: I can’t tell you all my secrets.
Dale Cooper: Secrets are dangerous things Audrey.
Audrey Horne: Do you have any?
Dale Cooper: No.
Audrey Horne: Laura had a lot of secrets.
Dale Cooper: Finding those out is my job.
reblogged for Melissa, obvs.
twin peaks instant reblog.
it’s a good night.
you were last seen walking through a field of pianos. no. a museum of mouths. in the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. no. eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. you were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. i was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. the library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. the cookie with two fortunes. the one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. the beggar, hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. the phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. the good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. when they play my videos i throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes i watch myself letting you go – lost to the other side of an elevator – your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. my father could have been a travelling salesman. i could have been born on any doorstep. there are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. meet me on the boardwalk. i’ll be sure to wear my eyes. do not forget your face. i could never.
The kind of stuff that makes you want to pick up a new pen or lover.
((all the swoons))