i ended up writing my other mom this emotional rant about human trafficking. about helplessness and how that can be turned into a furious fight or apathy. she forwarded it to a pilot involved in this ministry called makeway partners-saving women from being sex slaves... im not sure why or what may happen next, but ( Read more... )

my lip is still twitching. im going to go crazy ( Read more... )

my lip is twitching. im tired. no sleep BUT 10 hours of my taiwanese bffs in the car. im tired from talking from listening from yelling over windows and 70 miles an hour since the airconditioner is broken ( Read more... )

its too hot here to be artistic ( Read more... )

today i feel crushed...but these crushed bones rejoice ( Read more... )

hello all ( Read more... )

ten minutes to update ( Read more... )

here is something bizarre about me ( Read more... )

lately im wondering why i take pictures. what a picture does. why theyre important to me. and painting. it doesnt last. paintings all look the same. its pointless but i still love them both ( Read more... )

no matter what is happening in the world, the hour before sunset is happy hour. it just is. its just pure ecstasy and i feel all happy and on drugs and like everything is so perfect and beautiful and i just love to drive my dumpy little car around trees when the light is like that. how can i be so in love with one hour? it makes me feel in love. it ( Read more... )