falling off the face of the earth. and other news.

dear internet,

oh, how i have missed you. please know you have had nothing to do with my absence, and that i still think of you kindly.

i haven't exactly been the most diligent of bloggers as of late, and for that, i apologize. truth be told, i have been undergoing a bit of a re-assessment of self. which is just fancy talk for wondering what the fuck i am doing. but alas! i have sorted through the mess, and have come to the other side feeling more like a girl with a purpose. so, i am going to continue this hiatus with the distinct purpose of returning with a little something to say, and a lot of exciting things to show you. in the meantime, i will enjoy the constant inspiration and all around lovely things you folks have to share on this crazy thing we call the internet. science + philosophy will lovingly return in the fall of 2010.

until then, stay lovely.

autobiographically sound

i hail from a family of artists, music makers, and weirdos; i grew up in a haunted house, and i've tried pickle soup. i've lived by the sea for the last 20 years, and have a nice collection of use-battered books, all of which i've loved. i have an old dog, and a new cat. i'm going to see a lot, do a lot, and learn even more. and i'm going to make sure of it.

(images via fffound)

i'm planning

a wrist tattoo, and a move to some place warm.

(images via tumblr & hearblack)

i kinda love love

i think it would be appropriate to share things that i've jacked off, jacked off the internet, that is. see what i did there? with the words?....clever, i know. why? because i'm a hopeless romantic, goddamnit, that's why. these are things i've found various places. i'll try to credit accordingly.

i'd also like to add that i think it's just too adorable that i'm maintaining this blog that i'm sure nobody reads, but, hey, i'm sappy like that. but, imaginary internet readers, it is my sincere hope that you get flowers on non-holidays, and have hot sex on tuesdays, just because.

i love this, there really is something freeing about letting someone in, letting them see you look like crap and love you for it.

(photo from hearblack.com)

weird people are the best ones to love, at least, for my sake, i hope that's true.

(photo via leloveimage.blogspot)

this is beautiful. they look like they're at prom, falling in love despite the gaudy, tawdry nature of proms. plus a little sex, courtesy of the disco ball.

(via leloveimages)

but, of course, it's not. i'm also allowed to call you awful things in pretty languages.

(leloveimages)

sweet girl, sweet ink, sweet message.

(tumblr)