its this time of year where i miss you the most

i have a silly school girl crush on the kid that lives below me. he smokes a lot of weed and listens to surf rock.

this weekend was really good and i have a little more energy to face this week. overall i am really tired, the kind of tired that doesnt go away with a good night sleep, but the tired that stays in your bones.
the song when the ( Read more... )

the walk back tonite was perfect. the lights shone down on the freckled sidewalk and it was the perfect amount of cold and feeling good to be alive. the click of my heels echoeing against the black of night. putting on some ryan adams and having the guitar speak like an old friend. and finally sitting inside my little home stacked high with books ( Read more... )

i was doing so well. i was on my on and feeling fine and now im all knocked over again. i trusted someone that i thought i could and that ended up being a big mistake and now I feel the need to question everything and everyone. maybe i just see things differently and thats why i am constantly blindsided by the events in my life. my reclusive ( Read more... )

I fell asleep in the woods today atop last seasons pine needles catching their breath finally freed from the winter. It felt nice to feel my heart beat against the ground and look up and see the trees dancing over me.

I am going with Lis to see the poet Bob Hicok speak tonite. I am pretty excited to hear some of his writing.

i need my heart to beat for someone again

Ive been thinking about things I love lately such as:
- waking up on summer mornings to open windows and sunlight

-the click of high heels on tile floors

-sitting on the sidewalk reading a book while the city whirls around you

-lying in bed with someone for hours because at that moment time has not weight
-reading a good book before falling ( Read more... )

Lis and I hung out tonite and watched Ghost World. I am really psyched about living with her next semester. She's one of those people you meet and feel like youve known them forever. She likes Neruda, Marquez, and Kerouac and we talk about books and all the good stuff. We are going to paint our walls orange and blue with a mural above the door and ( Read more... )

I went today and saw a psychic. Her name was Condessa and she was old with saggy cheekbones. Her apartment smelt of burning candles and Marlboros. Pictures of the Virgin Mary and Buddha hung above the table by the window where she read my palm. She said that I was happy, but that I had darkness around my aura that should be silver and gold. I ( Read more... )

im happy here with my jar of tea and dog-earred book. and i look around and this is my life piled high with books and postcards of places id like to go scotch taped to the walls. i guess i expected life to come swinging in like some big-bellied monster or delivered to my door in brown paper and string. but what ive got is simple and silly and just