@originallandlockedmariner - Tumblr Blog

I’m a 100% slut

#me #my words #doodles

ab-eb-shruti

originallandlockedmariner

literaryvein

L. V., excerpts from the afterword: after Sylvia's "I am, I am, I am."

zaehle-mich-zu-den-mandeln-blog

Jürgen Vollmer, Paris 1960

aperiodofsoftness

Nicole Mason

Old fashioned number 362

#me

steampunktendencies

Smashed aluminum cans sculpted in porcelain to mimic Ming Dynasty motifs by artist Lei Xue.

originallandlockedmariner

This is me.

I say hi to dogs, moo at cows and gush over babies and kittens and puppies and grogu. I’m a courtesy flusher, wicked awesome steering wheel guitarist, and I open chip bags with my teeth. I believe in chivalry, ghosts, manners, manifestation and using my turn signal. I’m a girl drink drunk. I have no energy for liars. When it comes to exploratory cooking, I’m your test subject. Sleestaks, Ogopogo, Witchy Poo, Linda Blair, and brussels sprouts terrified me as a child. I think vulnerability, a woman’s confidence, and conversations that last for hours are sexy. I have 7 scars, some are visible. When I laugh hard, it turns into a wheeze and the back of my head throbs. I say fuck too fucking much. On the rare occasion, I actually finish a book I’m reading. I have never eaten at Olive Garden. I’m stupid stubborn. I’ve been to eleven weddings and half as many funerals. I don’t buy birthday cards or Christmas cards, I make them. I’m secretly still a LEGO maniac and will always be a neighbor of Mister Rogers. Chances are, I’m up before you every morning. Nine is my favourite number. My reputation has been tarnished over the years, but I’m proud of who I am. I still can’t tell the difference between a sweet potato and a yam. I’ve bumbled my way through speeches to a three grad classes and their thousand or so unimpressed family members. I had my first tattoo covered over. I am vulgar. I am private and yet a completely open book. I broke the same collarbone twice. I am most likely 67% of what you think I am. I prefer not to make reservations. I am ferociously loyal. Creativity is my catharsis. Most days, I exist in two places. I have three beauty marks on each side of my belly button. I use voice to text when I can’t remember how to spell a word. I overthink too often. I have a very unhealthy frame addiction. I’d rather show up in person than online shop. And after nearly half a century, I finally found my home.

originallandlockedmariner

lots of new followers lately... the suck of this whirling vortex of nonsense and cathartic spew is very sucky lately ;)