it’s too hot to sleep, help.
everyone i love is physically, emotionally, or legally unattainable. SOS.
trying to clean my room but not getting very far.
I’m sickly attracted to lanky pale guys who are artsy NOT jocky and mostly… younger. all the love to the awkward boys.
written in my journal September, 23 2008
i want to paint all day so i can create versions of you that mean what they say.
the things i wrote when i was in high school are now highly entertaining but still undeniably true. old journals- fabulous reading material.
jogging down 16th for an ill-received embrace.
getting in some extra snugs on a rainy sunday morning.
we’re so incredibly insignificant in the grand scheme of things and still the most incredibly insignificant things feel like they’re changing the world.
sometimes i have prophetic dreams. and that makes me sound batty, but its true.