May 7, 2017
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bodega willows
If Hancock lays a finger on Dani, you know Luke is gonna want some words.
Oh for sure. Let’s hope it just stays words...because if all these invulnerable people get into a fight New York may not survive.
satisfyingly satisfying. nooks & crannies @ ps1
I'm tired and I'm crying and I feel terribly shitty about myself. In several many different ways, about several many different things. And there are a million thoughts constantly running through my head, and I don't know how to fix any issue. I don't understand why I can't have the things I want and the things I go after. There is always some other stipulation. And in trying to see myself in the picture, who I always fall to be in the picture of things. And I see a common occurrence, one that I'm not liking. But as I try to pull myself out of it with each in the next, life plays its tricks and snuggles me in to this cozy corner of places I seem to have made for myself. So what then does that say about me? What is it that I do? I need to know so I can fix it, things in MY best interest. We all have these ideas of our friends and how they are with their lovers, so please I ask that someone tells of me. Or perhaps who it is that I seek, perhaps that's the downfall. We can blame the other as much as we like, saying its him, he's the idiot, he's missing out. But perhaps it is me. Or both, all in as well. Patterns. I don't even feel like I can really talk about this with anyone. I don't want a concrete opinion/definition of my feelings, I don't want some elusive ideas and babble - just listen, someone, please. And empathize. Don't pity, and don't downplay and misconstrue. You cut me off and alter my thoughts. I don't ask for that but just to be there. Here. I cannot stop crying and its 4:30am and I'm tired. Crying myself to sleep, but too busy crying to actually be able to fall asleep. It's tiring. The birds are chirping outside my window and I doubt I'll be able to fall asleep at this point. I doubt anyone will even read this. I'm just talking into space.
growing my sides fully out and thinking about going natural again the question really is how dedicated am I…
I keep having this dream where I'm trying to blow a whistle (literally) and no sound will come out. Then I get the most frustrating feeling, yet still I'm there trying to blow this damn whistle. This has to be the third night I've dreamt of this, and I can't seem to figure out why or what it means.
we need more plants in this place