you've got to see her. go insane and out of your mind.
NOVEMBER GRAVEYARD
The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
Hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
To elegiac dryads, and dour grass
Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
However the grandiloquent mind may scorn
Such poverty. No dead men's cries
Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot
To unpick the heart, pare bone
Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet:
Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.
At the essential landscape stare, stare
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare,
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.
- Sylvia Plath, 1956
my favorite plath poem thus far.
I adore this set of pictures of Timour. He is a great subject.
Hmm.. not everyone likes having their picture taken...
Timour again
SASHA IS SO FUCKING HOT
Aww... Sasha and Jordan
Anyone else drooling? Hah..
I like taking pictures of Sasha too. I should get one of Sasha and Timour together.
Jordan and I are sexy, bitches! (pretending to be emo)
AWWW Mermaid and Aaron (her mermanish-type)
Jacob
A GUY IN MY BIOLOGY CLASS
Taking notes like there's no tomorrow.
Jacob's birthday is on saturday, but he leaves tomorrow for Oregon. Brian, Kara, Zach, Dison, and I "kidnapped" him. :) We woke him up and drove to a restaurant in Lafayette for breakfast. Then we went and played at the park before school. YAY.
Jacob and Zach, haha
Jacob with cupcakes!!
Kara and I are cute.
Tire swing goodness (I was wearing Brian's shorts because I had a skirt on).
LOVE,
Sarah.
The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
Hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
To elegiac dryads, and dour grass
Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
However the grandiloquent mind may scorn
Such poverty. No dead men's cries
Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot
To unpick the heart, pare bone
Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet:
Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.
At the essential landscape stare, stare
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare,
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.
- Sylvia Plath, 1956
my favorite plath poem thus far.
I adore this set of pictures of Timour. He is a great subject.
Hmm.. not everyone likes having their picture taken...
Timour again
SASHA IS SO FUCKING HOT
Aww... Sasha and Jordan
Anyone else drooling? Hah..
I like taking pictures of Sasha too. I should get one of Sasha and Timour together.
Jordan and I are sexy, bitches! (pretending to be emo)
AWWW Mermaid and Aaron (her mermanish-type)
Jacob
A GUY IN MY BIOLOGY CLASS
Taking notes like there's no tomorrow.
Jacob's birthday is on saturday, but he leaves tomorrow for Oregon. Brian, Kara, Zach, Dison, and I "kidnapped" him. :) We woke him up and drove to a restaurant in Lafayette for breakfast. Then we went and played at the park before school. YAY.
Jacob and Zach, haha
Jacob with cupcakes!!
Kara and I are cute.
Tire swing goodness (I was wearing Brian's shorts because I had a skirt on).
LOVE,
Sarah.