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I paint flowers on grey, mushrooms on pink, on my cuticles and hair. I bite the end of the brush, hard, and bite my thumbnail after. Taste paint. This is symbolic of a lot of things lately.

We found a kitten in the garden and it's so adorable.

Hey you, out there on the road, always doing what you're told, can you help me?

Why is every day exactly the same?

Ahhhh. Finally have my camera back, and apology in advance for the shitty quality. Got to tweak some things.

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Oh, my day of birth has been wonderful. I went to Mystic Underground and got my OM tattooed on my calf today and it's so. fucking. sweet. Pictures as soon as my camera turns up, or I go to Candeezys.
this alone made the day kickass, and then my mom bought me this necklace with an emerald in it. it's beautiful.
Now, cake.

I have just recieved a cd from my father whom i haven't seen in a while, that is entitled "60's Psychedelia". On it: Jefferson airplane, mommas and the papas, crosby stills and nash, janis lovely, and jimi. It's pretty awesome. And also, I found a neat little feature on my sewing machine that lets me sew words and letters and flowers onto my things ( Read more... )

things are so... autopilot, lately. automatic and dull. dude, I miss the old days so terribly. I miss not having to care about school. I miss the Sacred. I miss having thought-provoking conversations. I miss, miss, miss, all these things, and i ache so badly to just be anywhere but here. I will be eighteen in nine days. I haven't done anything to ( Read more... )