I would have an off button.

I wish I could say that I'm leaving with a light heart, lifted spirits, and a clear mind. But I can't. I hate that my mind is full of unnecessary, self-destructive bull horns. Gonna enjoy this opportunity to relax, revive, and simply come back full.
I hate myself for feeling like this. and still feeling.


Hawaii-here I come.
Peace out peach pits.















































I know hope you will be good to me.

you will still love me-when im 64.

A closer look.

play this as you read....


I joined my parents on their nightly walk tonight. It was quite wonderful. I listened as they told me stories I've already heard a million + 1 times. I listened as they burst out in song randomly throughout the hour. I listened as their feet were perfectly synchronized with each other's.
At one point, my dad told us he was going to live until he was 180. My mom gasped as said, "why would you want to live til then? It's going to be so lonely without any of us here.." My dad then responded with a compromise, "Fine, 120." My mom responded with, "No, you can live until you are 88."

My dad is definitely the idealist.
My mom is more of a realist.

I def. inherited my dad's personality genes.
although, I'm realizing how dangerous it is to be an idealist.
but I have hope that I will not become as jaded as those around me.
...

At another point in the walk, I really felt like I was in a musical.
Mom asked my dad "should we walk this way?"
Dad: "Wherever you want...I will follow you..."
*que singing
Dad(singing): I will follow youuuuu
Mom joins in and harmonizes with my dad. This musical number lasts about 5 minutes.

I also inherited my parents' love of randomly busting out in song.

My dad then shamed me for being an American who has not watched Gone With the Wind. He told me to watch it tonight.

I'm coming up for air.

lets snap.capture.explore.crackle.pop?

let's go find all the photobooths around town.

even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face,

well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.

the clock would dismantle.

and that would be our morning routine.

we will ride bikes in our sleep together.

current obsessions:
outdoor movies.
sunlight.
moonlight.
natural light.
detox.

there will be beauty in the broken.

i will become a part of this world.

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

lets be.

I'll have what he's having.

homage. need a little bob sometimes.




everyone now!



blast from the past.





everythings gonna be all rightttt.

stop. drop. and rollll.

help conceal me.

I would find peace of mind.

"The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Beez. "





the passion/honesty/genuine human emotion i see in ms. lauryn in this video(especially around the 8 minute mark) - whether in the music or the lyrics or the experience- is beautiful.

when something so beautiful can bring out such honest emotions in someone, how can you, or rather, why would you want to deny or withdraw those feelings? i dont know either.

I also hear Lauryn Hill is kinda crazy in the cabeza. but who cares...she's cool.