i fucking love sauteed onions zucchini and corn.

i started a new journal at 2 am last night. four pages in and it's already beautiful. this will be my next beloved.

sometimes i can relate to this. today, i cannot. today i am a free-thinker, a chooser, an inspired soul, an empowered youth on the path of good.


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summer loving is our skin and the sheets. is waking up at 6:45 am, too excited to be next to you to sleep. is me sitting on the floor and you squatting in front of me, kissing my forehead. is waiting patiently for you to return.

the semi-sweet chocolate chips i'm eating have a hint of beef jerky taste to them. it's kinda good.

i have a new friend. we're insta-friends. our first solo play date consisted of watching vampire soap operas, making muffins, t-shirt art, walking, and finding the white feather i'd asked the universe for. actually, it was more like a white bird had shaken its entire collection of feathers off from way up in a tree, watched them twist and fall to ( Read more... )

you are constantly in my thoughts.

officially: margaret hart is my future live-with sister, and we will be in our dream house, which has a kitchen and is at the edge of the forest ( Read more... )

uh gad. i'm just waiting for the rest of my life to start. this part is overly-busy, exhausted, and filled with a terrible sense of longing. it's almost lonely, but not quite. yesterday sophia and i drove to the beach. i had three things around me that six years ago i swore to myself i wouldn't do: beer, dank, and cigarettes. it was fantastic. a ( Read more... )

august brings me liberation, margaret hart, and austin carver. what a beautiful thing it will be.