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today i went to
christine. check out the little yellow unidentifiable thing.
we went to this creepy little place.
but the food was so, so good.
mango bubble tea, veggie lo mein, green tea... mmmmm.
and spring rolls ! good ones.
christine dissecting food.
we saw this cake in the window of a chinese bakery.
i want it for my birthday.
its the most fucking cute thing i've ever seen in my entire life.
we went in and got really good pastry, save the fishy tarts.
i've been obsessed with leaves lately.
i love the colors.
i want a better camera, to better capture them.
fuck digital.
and for good measure...
MY BED (and walls)
my creative space
my record player
i cannot describe how much i need//want//miss those three things. i'm trying to think of the next time i'm going home, which will be thanksgiving, and how everything has changed blahblahblah--- but that, when i am home, i have so much to do. i cant breathe over that break. i get home, immediately go to a pink floyd cover band show. the next morning i wake up at 7 and go to the city for the food and clothing drive my family sponsors every year. then all the turkey festivities. then i'm going to hole myself up in my room and sit in front of that table with my sewing machine and knitting needles and paintbrushes and pens and put a record on and just breathe, and love that room. and then of course, sprawl out in my enormous bed. and then get another tattoo with my darling rory. oh, november, you've come too soon.
bonsoir.
christine. check out the little yellow unidentifiable thing.
we went to this creepy little place.
but the food was so, so good.
mango bubble tea, veggie lo mein, green tea... mmmmm.
and spring rolls ! good ones.
christine dissecting food.
we saw this cake in the window of a chinese bakery.
i want it for my birthday.
its the most fucking cute thing i've ever seen in my entire life.
we went in and got really good pastry, save the fishy tarts.
i've been obsessed with leaves lately.
i love the colors.
i want a better camera, to better capture them.
fuck digital.
and for good measure...
MY BED (and walls)
my creative space
my record player
i cannot describe how much i need//want//miss those three things. i'm trying to think of the next time i'm going home, which will be thanksgiving, and how everything has changed blahblahblah--- but that, when i am home, i have so much to do. i cant breathe over that break. i get home, immediately go to a pink floyd cover band show. the next morning i wake up at 7 and go to the city for the food and clothing drive my family sponsors every year. then all the turkey festivities. then i'm going to hole myself up in my room and sit in front of that table with my sewing machine and knitting needles and paintbrushes and pens and put a record on and just breathe, and love that room. and then of course, sprawl out in my enormous bed. and then get another tattoo with my darling rory. oh, november, you've come too soon.
bonsoir.