Hello!

ghost.

this is too funny ( Read more... )

he fell into my bed like it was a homecoming.

i met a woman the other night who had the word "hamartia" tattooed onto her stomach.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.
gawd, why didn't i think of it first?

wrong battery pack for the camera or whatever--just, what you're saying is, what i'm hearing is: *wrong.

i think this journal is over soon. i'll have a new one. i'll let you all know so you can find me again. i don't feel good here anymore. feels like a false face.

tonight could have been sketchy, but shannon and i are home and we are both safe and decent and actually she's asleep on my floor. so. hooray for decency ( Read more... )

meeting shannon in the city for dinner or something. maybe just coffee or a drink--don't know if she's eaten.

there's this little balloon in my life sometimes, like, it passes by and i somehow grab it and i'm lifted. tiny balloon that's built to carry all of me. up up up.

why is it so early and furthermore, why am i awake ( Read more... )