Right Now...
I can barely breathe without:
-True Blood, especially Vampire Bill and Detective Andy and pig
-Lady Gaga and her VMA performance of my favorite song of hers, "Paparazzi"
-Matt Good's new album Vancouver which can be streamed off of his website until October
School has started, and I'm getting back into the groove. Along with the groove comes that fall feeling, which Matt Good always fits so well into. Not quite sadness, not quite mourning or depression...just a slow, small feeling of a type of loss and falling-away, I guess. Of memories and damp and leaves.
Today I slept in, cuddled with Ben, went for yummy breakfast at Bon's, had a ridiculously pretentious discussion about literature and theory over coffee, grabbed some booze, picked up some veggies and Let The Right One In, and picked some blackberries before coming home to chillax.
I want to make some more jam, but I don't have enough jars. Or berries.
A little while ago I found some pictures of people that I had completely forgotten that I ever had, and it hurt my heart a little bit to think about them and the times that happened during the time the photos were taken. Sometimes I feel like I have completely changed from what I was and who I used to be and I don't know how to reconcile that with who I am now. In some ways I feel like a shell of who I used to be. I miss so many people from my past and I wish there was an easy way to have them all back in my life in some way, shape, or form without breaking my heart (or theirs) or causing major drama. Just know that even if we haven't talked in years, I am probably still thinking about you and hoping you're doing well.
Good night all.
-True Blood, especially Vampire Bill and Detective Andy and pig
-Lady Gaga and her VMA performance of my favorite song of hers, "Paparazzi"
-Matt Good's new album Vancouver which can be streamed off of his website until October
School has started, and I'm getting back into the groove. Along with the groove comes that fall feeling, which Matt Good always fits so well into. Not quite sadness, not quite mourning or depression...just a slow, small feeling of a type of loss and falling-away, I guess. Of memories and damp and leaves.
Today I slept in, cuddled with Ben, went for yummy breakfast at Bon's, had a ridiculously pretentious discussion about literature and theory over coffee, grabbed some booze, picked up some veggies and Let The Right One In, and picked some blackberries before coming home to chillax.
I want to make some more jam, but I don't have enough jars. Or berries.
A little while ago I found some pictures of people that I had completely forgotten that I ever had, and it hurt my heart a little bit to think about them and the times that happened during the time the photos were taken. Sometimes I feel like I have completely changed from what I was and who I used to be and I don't know how to reconcile that with who I am now. In some ways I feel like a shell of who I used to be. I miss so many people from my past and I wish there was an easy way to have them all back in my life in some way, shape, or form without breaking my heart (or theirs) or causing major drama. Just know that even if we haven't talked in years, I am probably still thinking about you and hoping you're doing well.
Good night all.