there's beauty in the breakdown.
fall always has this weird effect on me; complete nostalgia. but being in a new city in a new state on a new coast, is almost surreal. there are a million trees in portland and they are all a different color. today i stopped midstep and looked up the trees like a tourist in manhattan staring at a skyscraper. i guess i am a tourist in a way.
the sun is beating on my back right now and i swear 10 minutes ago it was slightly hailing. the weather here is so fucked up, but in a way, it sucks me in. its so dreamy at times but thats just my manic side appreciating the empathetic company. the weather doesnt know how it feels or what it wants to do and thats something i can appreciate.
i just saw about ten twenty-somethings jogging in red, spandex dresses with marilyn monroe wigs on. i keep seeing bumper stickers that read "KEEP PORTLAND WEIRD". yeah, i dont think that will be a problem.
the sun is beating on my back right now and i swear 10 minutes ago it was slightly hailing. the weather here is so fucked up, but in a way, it sucks me in. its so dreamy at times but thats just my manic side appreciating the empathetic company. the weather doesnt know how it feels or what it wants to do and thats something i can appreciate.
i just saw about ten twenty-somethings jogging in red, spandex dresses with marilyn monroe wigs on. i keep seeing bumper stickers that read "KEEP PORTLAND WEIRD". yeah, i dont think that will be a problem.