i want to lose 10 pounds, be stronger, be able to run longer, and know how to throw a good punch ( Read more... )

Your Existing Situation ( Read more... )

i keep telling myself to write, but i don't know how to put it.

i need it to be summer.
i need sunlight to kiss the backs of my knees.

today is a heart hurting day.

dear me ( Read more... )

since forever, i have been a class a nail picker. i don't know what "class a" means, but i'm using it to mean "really bad hardcore". by nail picker, i mean i use one nail to scrape at another nail until i am able to rip it off. this mean i can be more covert than a nail biter. except nail picking, while it can be done underneath tables or inside ( Read more... )

one of the main reasons i become antisocial is because people can be fucking idiots ( Read more... )

who do i sing my gypsy blues to? everyone's feet are made to wander, but mine are getting tired. in a perfect world i would spend this winter drinking coffee and learning to knit and becoming a circus girl with a circus cat. the house would be warm and smell of cinnamon and cedar and no one would mind the dirt on the floor when pondering the ( Read more... )

i am feeling very orange. and brown. gold and bronze. coffee toffee and caramel. cider. smokestacks. crumbling bricks. leaves fall. they crunch. warm mouth. warm hands. carpets and tapestries. for the first time in my life, i love furs. marshmallows sticking to my fingers so i can stretch them wide. rattle your bones. chatter your teeth. dip me in ( Read more... )

yesterday morning bob cassilly died ( Read more... )