my uterus is tilted back and to the side. ever since i found this out i feel off balance. standing straight? oh no, girl you're tilted to the left! maybe my babies will be crooked, too. today i bought a hoodie with an obnoxiously big peace sign on it. brandon lost his yak bone spiral necklace. three days later it fell out of the sky and landed by ( Read more... )

familiar. painful. relieving. nauseating. grounding. messy. pray, thank, hate. every time.

I can change the world ( Read more... )

we found the two baby jays dead under their beautiful, now empty nest. we haven't seen the mama and papa jays since. it was so special for them to feel safe and live right next to our house. birds are golden.

my dad dragged out this old sweater my grandmother made. it's lumpy and brown with a pocket and a collar. i like its itch.

i leave for france ( Read more... )

those sirens don't really exist. outside the dream catchers spin.10 pm is almost too good with open windows, naked skin. heat makes the world quite surreal. water serves as both beverage and meal. 2 am your appetite catches up enough to wake you from a half-deep sleep. 6:30 in the morning you're drenched in sweat- it was a mistake to try to sleep ( Read more... )

we did a singing workshop, lead by a 73 year old woman. she had long gray-blonde hair that went almost to her knees and glasses that magnified her already big eyes. her hands shook and she smiled with her entire body. she helped us become friends and become more than comfortable with singing in front of others. after an hour of singing whatever ( Read more... )

i'm itchy. i'm still bothered from that waste of time nothing argument. i love my home, but i can't be here right now. alas, i cannot leave, so i'll lock myself in my safe-haven cave of a bedroom and keep trying to make it perfect. 

i miss you, friend. i always think of you..going the long way, your favorite curve, being sophisticated with your boring coffee, all your weird gifts you promise to give and never do, your endless new music and fuck you wars... two more weeks until three weeks of a reunited triangle, of absolute excellence. then, a month of separation from ( Read more... )

waking up to a boy singing you a love song makes 4 1/2 hours of sleep get you through the day.

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BELTANE
by ArtFace
friday, may 2
8 pm
temescal arts center, oakland
as much as you can spare at the door
crazy fun and sexy

come one!! come all!!

i don't care how tired i am, and i don't care how many circles i walk in. my room must get back to a tranquil state ( Read more... )