I was on the beach. It was on the East End, but it was like Crescent Beach. I was with my family and other people (maybe just one other person). Some things happened, like stealing and hiding in trash cans, and other fuzzy strange events. Eventually, Caitlin showed up, and I remember everything clearly after that. When we were with others we just ( Read more... )

So, I graduated. I'm glad. The longer I stayed in that school, the more the awful people seemed to make their presence known. Now, I never have to see them again, and I don't have to cry over their dumbass antics ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night about flying. It was in a city I go to a lot in my dreams. It looks a bit like Paris, but it's pretty empty. Flying was a bit difficult. I had to run and jump, sometimes from a height. In part of my dream, I went to Ty's house (though it looked more like my aunt's place in India than her house). Cecil was lounging on a ( Read more... )

For English class, I had to do a senior memory book. If you'd like to check it out, it's http://shantiisasenior.tumblr.com. I like it a lot ( Read more... )

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Queer is such a nice thing. But do I like it because I like the idea of being a victim and a rebel? Hopefully not completely. I’m pretty sure it’s not completely. I’m sure a lot of people feel that way. That’s why I can’t usually take queer politics seriously. Not that I don’t believe othering exists, not that I don’t believe there is a big bad ( Read more... )

I want my hair to be long because it's always been me. I want my hair to be short because I'd like it curving around the shape of my skull. I want to dress up like a boy and look dapper. I want to be in lust for the rest of my life. I want to be sure enough of myself to say, "I'll love you forever, and I'll never want it any other way." I don't ( Read more... )

So many things to sayyyy. But none of them important or interesting. Relatable, perhaps. I need to make some art.

I had a terrible nightmare. Friends and I were kidnapped by a murderer. At times, it was just one other person and me trapped in his house; sometimes that person was Caitlin. It could have been Caitlin all the time, but I am only really sure for some parts. I believe we were all in his house because of some sort of exchange program, or were ( Read more... )

I’m waiting for Caitlin to be done with her homework and get back online for a little while. Tomorrow is my very last day of high school classes. Afterwards I have my internship and marching practice until June 6 graduation, but it is still a pretty damn significant moment in my life. I’m not feeling it yet.