and a very good morning indeed, it is
I just chopped all of my hair off, a la' Winona Ryder in the 90s. Can't seem to stop cutting it, apparently.
Thank you, voters. I love waking up to great news.
It's easy to admit I am a bit of an intense girl. I like concentrated things -- guttural yellow leather, really pulp-y orange juice, bold words and too much eye contact -- and sometimes the things I want aren't the things I need. I think of what it would mean to get everything I want in life, and what more it would mean to change my ideas of what I want as each day passes and i grow older. Sounds are like textures for me. abrasive, lulling and soft, comforting and itchy. I can feel sound. I can feel color.
192 pages into my novel, as of 6:33 AM.
Thank you, voters. I love waking up to great news.
It's easy to admit I am a bit of an intense girl. I like concentrated things -- guttural yellow leather, really pulp-y orange juice, bold words and too much eye contact -- and sometimes the things I want aren't the things I need. I think of what it would mean to get everything I want in life, and what more it would mean to change my ideas of what I want as each day passes and i grow older. Sounds are like textures for me. abrasive, lulling and soft, comforting and itchy. I can feel sound. I can feel color.
192 pages into my novel, as of 6:33 AM.