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Some days there is nothing better than my life. Right now is a moment that proves this.
This weekend I've spent primarily with my boo. It's been really awesome. I mean, i feel like we have a good relationship generally. But this weekend was the first time in a long while that I've felt completely wrapped up in and consumed by love. For him, of course.
I've also been having weird sad spells that come on hard and then I cry and feel better, not having resolved anything.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk in my clean room at my mother's house. My mom is asleep, Sam is at his grandma's (he's house sitting) and Willy is out with Gabe and Nylez and Clay, doing gawd knows what. I went out with them for a while tonight, and following a run to dunken donuts came home and drew a bunch.
I don't know what I want to do with my life. I don't have any faith that I'm actually any good at art, but if I was, i would happy to do it for life. And I know i'm good at writing, but I can't seem to write well anymore, and I have no motivation, for some reason. I don't know what I want, but I'm getting excited to go back to school to map it out.
Right now, I feel perfect. It's one of those moments that reminds you why you used to walk around rapping to the music coming to you through your headphones. I'm drinking a blue sky, smokin' a hookah and contemplating the designs I've been thinking about.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the astrologer, upon my mother's assistance. I'm getting a little bit excited about it, actually. I've got some shit I'd like to know. But the astrologer is in Santa Fe, so in the afternoon, my mom and Willy and I are going to head up to the fe, stopping at cochiti to let me take some pictures first. I'm also going to insist that we stop by Wild things, just to satisfy my ever-growing dependence on vintage fashion.
Fuck man, this bowl is out.
love,
lucia
This weekend I've spent primarily with my boo. It's been really awesome. I mean, i feel like we have a good relationship generally. But this weekend was the first time in a long while that I've felt completely wrapped up in and consumed by love. For him, of course.
I've also been having weird sad spells that come on hard and then I cry and feel better, not having resolved anything.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk in my clean room at my mother's house. My mom is asleep, Sam is at his grandma's (he's house sitting) and Willy is out with Gabe and Nylez and Clay, doing gawd knows what. I went out with them for a while tonight, and following a run to dunken donuts came home and drew a bunch.
I don't know what I want to do with my life. I don't have any faith that I'm actually any good at art, but if I was, i would happy to do it for life. And I know i'm good at writing, but I can't seem to write well anymore, and I have no motivation, for some reason. I don't know what I want, but I'm getting excited to go back to school to map it out.
Right now, I feel perfect. It's one of those moments that reminds you why you used to walk around rapping to the music coming to you through your headphones. I'm drinking a blue sky, smokin' a hookah and contemplating the designs I've been thinking about.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the astrologer, upon my mother's assistance. I'm getting a little bit excited about it, actually. I've got some shit I'd like to know. But the astrologer is in Santa Fe, so in the afternoon, my mom and Willy and I are going to head up to the fe, stopping at cochiti to let me take some pictures first. I'm also going to insist that we stop by Wild things, just to satisfy my ever-growing dependence on vintage fashion.
Fuck man, this bowl is out.
love,
lucia