Quiet day. Went outside when it was lightly raining to mail my voter registration form and it was so nice that I stayed. The rain on the rocks made them slick and dark-bright, reflecting a pale-bluish light, and the air was beautiful. I peeked at the underside of a low tree with tiny, close-set dark leaves; the interior was a thick layered criss- ( Read more... )

My week has had its high and lows so far ( Read more... )

I'm writing not to say anything thoughtful or meaningful, just to show that I'm still alive. A few scraps from my life right now ( Read more... )

1) Check out the art of Cassandra Warren. Really. Just do it. You'll understand.

2) My baby cousin is turning one today! Yay for her!

If it’s not anxiety or sleeplessness, it’s depression. I love life. Every day, the insecure part of me is feeling like I’m getting more and more hopeless at functioning normally around others. I get paranoid that people are out to purposely hurt me when the practical part of me insists that there’s no reason for them to. All my thoughts are ( Read more... )

"I wish I could apologize, but my infirmity was never my choice ( Read more... )

I've got a guitar part in my head. Unconsciously, I'm thinking of photography terms and the correct formatting for screenplays, which are so much more useful to know than chemical compositions and how to balance equations. I mean, honestly? I don't think it matters a bit. Who cares about a few tiny atoms strung together a certain way? Knowing those ( Read more... )

1) I had a good day today. Nothing amazing happened, but I just felt good. It's been a long time since I felt that particular way to that particular degree.

2) Listened to The Decemberists present Picaresque. Simply brilliant. I think of that band at least three times a day and have quickly moved past being ashamed to admit it.

3) I am really ( Read more... )

Dove chocolate. With almonds. My resolve crumbled faster than extremely crumbly cake. Left out in a rainstorm ( Read more... )

So shy it paralyzes. That's how it used to be.

I've thought of something worse than either of the two. Having nothing happen at all. Like an argument with no apology, but where you settle so nicely back into the old routine you almost think you hallucinated the fight to begin with.

Like a letter, a terrifying letter that flashed in the light, then ( Read more... )