just,
....really fucking happy and such. thanks for all the beauty and good things you inspire, ma cherie.

love is so good

but i might be confusing love for 

that brief moment when i wake up before everyone and feel the hum of sleep and the afternoon light hits his cheekbones in such a poetic way that it’s almost silly seeing as how

we crashed on a crusty futon after a night of inebriation, smoke breaks and psychedelic rock.

the thing is:

you put your warm mouth to my ear, thoughtlessly, and said

T’amo.

i’m taking that and pinning in to my 

shirt.

one man’s trash might just be a woman’s

treasure.

growth

the biggest thing i learned in the past year is how to own myself.


through several encounters with fuckpuddle dudes, i learned how to be brutally honest. how to crawl out of any night shamelessly in the morning, with or without my bra. i learned to love blatantly, regardless of the situation. i stopped apologizing and started communicating. it has been nothing but liberating.
more to come. always stretching.

THERE IS ALWAYS ANOTHER WAY

always, always, always.