holy shit.

i don't feel a thing like that girl that posted here all those months ago.

it's shaping up to be a beautiful year.

http://hellogovernor.livejournal.com/

i finally made a place to post my writing. i'm going to try to compile some more of it when i have time.

i will i will i will.

i am half my father's give and my mother's take.

i am crashing.

i am not a very visual person.

i've never seen a constellation in my life. everyone points upward and says "look at ____!" or "____ is out tonight" and i can never see a goddamned thing.

i thought today that someday i'd want to write about the hilarious self-isolation of my family. i don't know where i'd begin ( Read more... )

my bones are built on contradiction, and i'm waiting for them to crumble.

pray for the autumn.

the ceiling is made of bees.