This is my five minutes allotted to myself today to think. I think the most irritating thing about being busy is I have no time to think about anything other than myself, and what I have going on. Thoughts: I’m moving away. I’m transferring at work. I’m looking for an internship. I’m looking for a place to live. I’m looking for people to live with. I need my brakes...
Came to the realization that I need to hear the words “I don’t”, before I can ever say “I can”.
I think I may have broken, or otherwise seriously injured my hand painting that tantrum.
today i painted a tantrum.
I told my sisters “Please, don’t look on with such disdain but rather call me ‘willng victim’ or ‘lover of pain’” because in your bed, assume my side freeing final scraps of pride I slipped the little black bag back over my own head.
I just saw a body of work done by Sandra Torralba call “Estranged Sex”. I won’t put the link on here, and I wouldn’t suggest looking at it if you are sensitive. Even if you are a little bit sensitive, I think I would still caution you, but it deals with such an intense and interesting subject. I was looking at the work and I started to cry. It’s a bunch of people...
I noticed that you started following my tumblr. At first I was going to tell you stop. I was angry and weirded out (because if you don’t even want to answer or return my phone calls for the past six months then what the hell business do you have reading anything about what’s going on with me? Right?), but then I realized that I don’t even care really. I don’t care that you...
I told all the mothers “Please, don’t shake your fingers but rather call me ‘grave digger’ or ‘lover of the dead’” because in my head I killed the you that could ever do this to me again.
Bachelorette parties=So not my thing. In other news. I hate rude men. Also, I love eating macnpeas with my best friend in the middle of the night.
You know, I think this tumblr is just another way for me to talk to myself. Just what I need. Well, at least I’m not talking to my energy drinks anymore…
Eating cookies (oreos specifically) in the shower is awesome.
Thoughts, it was a Monday.
Today I made some supremely delicious food. Aaaaaaaand I’m going to brag, ready? Ok: I made pesto ravioli with spinach butter marinara sauce, with lavender on top, and apart from that I made the TASTEYest guacamole I have ever tasted in my life. It seriously made my day. I love fancy fox. Mostly Jason Schwartzman. I have also been going through all my old poetry and editing/revising it. I...
I have so much to say today.