I'm related to Dracula. Distantly, but for real.
february is here and it's warmer than expected (today was a whopping 14 degrees, I didn't need a coat for a little while) but for some reason I feel like I'm not ready for it. I don't know what that means except that I've been here for awhile and I feel like there's something I should be doing but I don't know what it is.
sunshine and snow and maybe I'll finally get around to posting pictures soon. sunglasses in winter more than summer, really.
I'm a head full of questions that don't have any words and answers come in images instead of explanation.
I miss a lot of people lately. Kaylan and Alex who save my life daily and I wish you were close enough to hold hands with me. Shannon I might die if I don't see you this year. Becka you're all the family I need right now. Weird that's a lot of ladies.
I miss other people too, people I don't talk to as often...I miss them tentatively but steadily. It is a strange removed world that keeps me now. I'm always a hermit this time of year.
I want tattoos that I'll never hate. I want a new smile and a new laugh. I want new stories to tell. I'm sick of hanging out with myself, really, which is the most frustrating thing I have ever experienced, because I won't leave myself alone.
I'd like to raise a glass to the continuation of dissatisfaction: may it never give me rest, and may I be searching for something bigger, something more, until I die of exhaustion. But right now I'd like to wrap myself in a million blankets in front of a fire with old comforting books that are falling apart, and not think about anything that isn't soft and warm and constant. I'd like to sleep for seventeen hours. I'd like to be on a sailboat with an estimated time of arrival of three months. I want nothing but miles of water in all directions, clear skies, sun, and an unlimited supply of wine.
I'd like to write a novel. My band is recording this weekend instead.
sunshine and snow and maybe I'll finally get around to posting pictures soon. sunglasses in winter more than summer, really.
I'm a head full of questions that don't have any words and answers come in images instead of explanation.
I miss a lot of people lately. Kaylan and Alex who save my life daily and I wish you were close enough to hold hands with me. Shannon I might die if I don't see you this year. Becka you're all the family I need right now. Weird that's a lot of ladies.
I miss other people too, people I don't talk to as often...I miss them tentatively but steadily. It is a strange removed world that keeps me now. I'm always a hermit this time of year.
I want tattoos that I'll never hate. I want a new smile and a new laugh. I want new stories to tell. I'm sick of hanging out with myself, really, which is the most frustrating thing I have ever experienced, because I won't leave myself alone.
I'd like to raise a glass to the continuation of dissatisfaction: may it never give me rest, and may I be searching for something bigger, something more, until I die of exhaustion. But right now I'd like to wrap myself in a million blankets in front of a fire with old comforting books that are falling apart, and not think about anything that isn't soft and warm and constant. I'd like to sleep for seventeen hours. I'd like to be on a sailboat with an estimated time of arrival of three months. I want nothing but miles of water in all directions, clear skies, sun, and an unlimited supply of wine.
I'd like to write a novel. My band is recording this weekend instead.