& i need to stop getting my hopes up and remain optimistic.

aw. i love the french kicks.
"when i miss you in the morning, when i wake to beautiful rain when i'm with you, that's the sign of a better time."

& tomorrow is the most religious holiday of the year.
fuck christmas and valentine's day and all that shit.
it's all about miss mary jane. and i can't fucking wait.

how did i get to be so lucky?

the two nights of tv on the radio at the fillmore blew my fucking mind.
...and waking up with him in the morning is like nothing else.
i'm really so happy.

our smoke looks different in the fog.

i need moments where i am doing nothing, the absence of doing. on my bed as opposed to in and music playing and all the things on my walls and all the objects sitting down looking back at me comfortingly or comfortably or both. and the music. it's that other world in my room between oh-this-rigid-life. it is the recess of reality that i need ( Read more... )

after a quiet night in union square, lovely when only saying the least,
ending too soon, quite,
i have two new female obsessions, to be my friends on the inside of the speakers.
i really need to take some pictures.

Having to call my boyfriend to come pick me up at a quarter to six in the morning, while smelling of puke and noticing all the swollen scratches and bruises, and yes, really smelling of puke and looking like a nasty bum in dolls clothes, is why I do not drink tequila, or why I should have not. yummm ( Read more... )

dr. dog!

it's amazing how great i feel, despite how bad i feel.