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It’s like I was a salad with a light vinaigrette, and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone, we were good. Together, we were fantastic.”

—	Lisa Schroeder

Fact:

I prefer the crust of the pizza before the actual contents of the pizza as a whole.

That being said,
Here is a video my boyfriend looped together of his road trip with his brother, of when they spent their weekend in Northern Australia at the 

Mumford and Sons, 

Matt Corby, 

Husky,

 and Sarah Blasko

 music festival. 

As envious as I am that Kurt and Dane got to see all those bands live, in a little rural town, I'm so glad hes got the talent to create this kind of ish to share a wee bit of his experience with me.

Tumble

Knots and Vomiting Butterflies.

So a new friend I've met at a show found out(via facebook) that I sing and dabble on the guitar and asked me to play before his band comes on. 

The show is on Friday. November 9th at this cafe in Paris.

A 10 minute stroll from my nest.

I've never played in front of 3 or more friends, let alone strangers.

I could have so easily declined like I have few other presented times.

But why the hell not?

ya know?

Stoked but Vomitting Butterflies.

I Hope They Play This Song At The Show.

A Daily Dose.

“Life is what you make it. Always has been, always will be.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

I've never been a girl after the city lifestyle.

My desire of this life is to simply share a daily laugh and survive solely based on the necessities that have been provided. 

A glass of water a day, and if I'm lucky, perhaps a meal would easily satisfy me.

Shelter is always preferred in times of a snowstorm, but even then, I'd easily be capable to sleep under the stars bundled in layers of thrift store clothing or the sensual heat of a loved one.

I never thought I'd love the city, but I've never stayed in one long enough to have a real experience of what 'city life' is all about.

So here, I moved to Paris. 

In this city of a language I never studied,

 with not a single connection to anyone I knew.

What do I do when I'm not teaching French children English?

When I'm not in class studying French?

When I'm not going for a run to explore?

When I'm not writing letters to far away friends and family?

...Well, I simply take a stroll through little side neighborhoods and meet my new dearest friend Joanne for caffeine and pastries.

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. 

Matthew 6:34

Me and My Eyes. Me and My Heart.

THAT CELLO.
They have a show in Paris on the 14th.
Nothing better than getting lost in the music with people who dig the same vibe.
Stoked to see these hoodlums live.

She'll lie and steal and cheat, and beg you from her knees
Make you thinks she means it this time
She'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair 
But I still love her, I don't really care 
...

I don't blame ya dear for running like you did, all these years

I would do the same, your best believe. The highway signs say we're close, but I don't read those things anymore.

I never trusted my own eyes