Things I love.

Ornate boxes. Used bookstores. Candle holders. Novalis. Magic shops. David Lynch Movies. Farmer's Markets. My husband's eyes, lips, skin, breath, voice. Rain with candles burning inside and open windows. Snow and Bjork - together. Violin music. Piano keys. My Nana. Yuzu. Dill. Cilantro. Jelly Fish. Darwin. Old scientific artwork. Hand-written labels. Jagged coastlines. Anais Nin. Cold champagne on stormy nights. Heater blasting with windows open. Perfume. New stockings. Eyeliner in pots. Goethe. Old science books. The sound of waves. Honey whiskey and Haribo Peaches. Painting in the rain. Saturated colors. When the paint runs together. Crying in the rain. Crying during Savasana while it's raining outside. Lightening. Pan's Labyrinth. Fairy tales. San Quentin. Full body tattoos. Uncommon piercings. Vladimir Nabokov. Talking to old people about family. Talking to artists about anything. Laboratory equipment. Gardens. Hound's tooth. Leather jackets. Parachute pants. Magnet poetry. Doc Martens. Honeysuckle.  Kierkegaard. Gustave Moreau. Red curtains. Basking in emotions. Walking down the street alone on Friday and Saturday nights listening to Tool.