this very instant, a bird is building a nest right outside my window.

fuck. London's just been bombed.

thoughts on recently turning seventeen: absolutely none.

however, the last three days have been spent beautifully with ztrin. i now have a packet of ribbed condoms in my bag and too much chocolate in my fridge. vicks has a bottle of Bacardi Breezer in her locker. we are going to drink in school tomorrow ( Read more... )

( part two )

( canada, part one )

this morning i ate a million cold strawberries.

so i'm in Vancouver. barefoot, not eating lunch, not reading my History notes. already there's an pervading sense of loneliness i can't place ( Read more... )

ztrin and i are leaving for Canada, sweet Canada; we'll be back on the 24th this month. au revoir, folks. i'll miss you.

( more holga shots )

i've taken the MRT more this year than i ever have in a lifetime. there's a certain charm about it. bright lights, no whistle. by metal gates, i meet people with jobs to tend to, phone calls to answer. starving families, bills in letter boxes - these people have livesthat aside, i've come to the conclusion that i genuinely and sincerely hate ( Read more... )