meeting people in coffee shops, apples slathered in cinnamon raisin peanut butter, decoding aristotle's poetics, les enfants terribles.

love,
saturday in the village.

walking with my mother ( Read more... )

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1) Vicky Cristina Barcelona: good movie ( Read more... )

i've wanted to update for weeks,
but everything changes so quickly these days it hardly seems fair to all youz readers.

one thing that has not changed is my love for livejournal.
you are my only constant!

(i am crazy.)

i felt so much last night ( Read more... )

Lying next to him, fourth night in a row ( Read more... )

A bridge between San Francisco and New York City.
Or, even less probable, a union between the two cities- essentially, the removal of middle america entirely (which, if you think about it, readers, might solve a much bigger problem than my own.)
Or, even lessssss probablyprobz, the ability to apparate. But that is neither here nor there.

Sometimes I just need to be hit. I need to be hit and like, told "Stop fucking talking. You're not saying a damn thing, bitch ( Read more... )

holy fuck!