February 2012
heading to seattle soon the sun is out feeling good gonna go eat breakfast after seattle is olympia gonna work on the nutria hide gonna reshave the side of my head probably give cameron another haircut and get a good night’s sleeeeeeep
BREAKING NEWS
Common sense reveals that there is no correlation between self-respect and whether or not you show your tits on the internet or how many people you sleep with.
trustghosts:
my new favorite song.
múm - The...
last night, wine, and rvivr saw jeff and friends calvin came to juanita with me last night fell asleep watching futurama woke up this morning and walked to the beach found swings lost my earing found bird remnants sat close hugged good-bye bused to soulfood books drank tea with dann walked the train tracks found a tire swing zipline dann climbed trees “i’m not talking well today”...
notes
C, periwinkle, honeylips.
documenting
“hey, sorry I left early, it would have been fine if you came with. uhm send me a message”
I NEVER, NEVER THOUGHT I’D DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS BUT NOW THE TIDE’S COMING IN AND I THINK I’M BECOMING BEACHED
i did something i wasn’t supposed to do again
excerpt from the list of things i like:
trading my music cd for jeff’s music tape i love my friends they are great and really good at music it makes me want to cry
thinking of all the things to give you before i leave
BRIER RAIN
i wanted to video record this nervous scary song i wrote out of a note i wrote but i’m at my mother’s house and my family is asleep outside playing guitar to an old, mostly-dead camera that is set up on a wooden chair on the back porch and it dies mid-song and i’m soaking and wanting to kick myself in the shin biting my lips instead biting my lips forever
maybe i’ll just pretend that it doesn’t hurt my stomach this bad
i feel like the upcoming days will be what they need to be but in the entirely wrong order why can’t i just rearrange them differently
i need to make a phone call and make some inquiries and try to shape-shift these days into some sort of proper order
PPP part I
mushy thoughts cold fingers dirty teeth. moths in my guts biting my lips for the worst reasons. all i want is to be sitting underneath a tree, in a cave, on the beach. and for you to sit there next to me.
muddy hair crinkled noses goosebumps on necks. PERIWINKLE.
ranchdressingroom:
kiss a boy
rub his pants or something
let him touch your boobs
dont they like that stuff
