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.

dream:

i cut my own hair short short short and everyone was speaking in oxymorons

dear self,

cool your shit and stop expecting every person you encounter to be the fiercest human in existence. getting close to someone is allowed to take time.

also, do your homework.

also, clean your room.


love,
self

spirit animals

his:

golden retriever
sloppy, genuine, loyal
self indulgent

mine:

fox
clever, perceptive, shrewd
independent

i don't know if i'll ever be satisfied.