My brain is a surrealist movie theatre with a 2-4-1 special every night.
Come view the sordid thoughts and fears, the delusions of grandeur.

Stories of rapists who wear skin, and ghosts with sex drives.
Stories of a girl I hardly know, REAL down to her breathing.

I swim through the city drowning in devotchka

sweetheart. I miss your heart. ( Read more... )

I made it into the L magazine.,
[it's my favorite local bi-weekly, toungeincheek, hip publication]


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lethargy
red puffy eyes that tend to tear up
body aches
swollen throat
minor cough
runny nose
sneezing
lack of motivation

and my period.

ew.

I opened the window and when I smelled that distinct scent of new york city I was overwhelmed with the thought ( Read more... )

This is why I LOVE my city.

Go Go dancing for Bowieball last night, I looked like this

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I BOUGHT TICKETS FOR AMY AND I TO GO TO BURNING MAN.

also I:

1. scrubbed the bathroom (which is instant cleansing gratification)
2. played dress up with tara's vintage clothes collection
3. ate far too many chips + guacamole
4. smoked and spoke till 5 AM about writing, gender, and youtube videos.
5. wore my new badass purple pants

yes.

I always get nervous before I dance.
I examine my cellulite and grab my fat and try to remind myself that the lighting is dim.

I push myself to go go because I refuse to let my insecurities win. Despite my initial fears, there were tons of people there I knew (some who came just for me, YES ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with no memory of coming home last night. No memory. None. Fell asleep with my light on ( Read more... )

I owe you.
Stories upon stories have happened.
I owe you and myself, this entry.

I'm glad to know you're there.

STORIES

Cabin in West Virginia: Stoned the whole way there ( Read more... )

I'm single (Again).

And it's real.

And though difficult, it's fine.

Clarity:
When you imagine your significant other's ideal mate
and she is
NOTHING
like you.

It wasn't anybody's fault.
But it's over, lovers.

The end.