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dancing around a tree
I'm so excited for the trip to India! All this planning and writing packing lists and getting visas is so new because all I've ever done for past trips was to throw some things into a bag and get driven to the airport. Good thing I'll be traveling with an experienced traveler. I'll be doing drawings and taking lots of pictures while I'm there so I' ( Read more... ) -
Well hello, old friend.
I assume everyone's been thinking that this journal is dead, after donkey years of non-activity, and maybe wondering what I've been up to? Writing a journal online is risky business, you never know who's going to read it and who is actually going to care, then you tell yourself that hey, who cares if anyone cares, I do this for myself and not to ( Read more... ) -
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Every mirror I look into is a reflection of my inadequacy, the lack of something essential that I need to survive, to be motivated, independent, successful. And my efforts to look for a job are not created out of want or need, but out of the desire to make up for what I lack, and even in that I fall short ( Read more... ) -
all these people drinking lover's spit
It's that funny feeling again, of being on the edge of a precipice, swaying, tipping, the wind pushing against gravity's insistent tug, and my mind a blank - leaving the question of "What's next?" dangling in midair as I consider the objects around me; shirts, pants, a mess of sheets, two pairs of glasses, two pairs of legs, arms, hands, feet. I ( Read more... ) -
Birthday Wishes - The BIG 21
1. MAC 187 Duo Fiber Brush
2. MAC 116 Blush Brush
3. MAC 213 Fluff Brush
4. MAC 217 Blending Brush
5. MAC 272 Small Angled Shader Brush
6. Diana F+
7. Map of Sweden
8. Tickets and concert buddy to Psapp / Of Montreal
9. White shirt from GAP (M ( Read more... ) -
bathroom girl, stolen from tritest
T1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle ( Read more... ) -
Productivity is merely the finishing line of an essay in procrastination.
It is all very interesting how all of my relationships blaze red and intense like a November 5th bonfire, and fade away into the flimsiest of ashes that blow off at the first puff of wind, leaving behind nothing but a slight singe and the lingering scent of incinerated fictional organs ( Read more... ) -
Ooh it feels good to be free
All the tears, the anger and sadness that I went through for her, feeling lonely and pathetic when her job kidnaps her to places where I can't follow (literally, because her workplace was out of bounds to me) and all the self-doubt when I asked myself if it was just my fault that I could never be satisfied with what she gave me, all of it is over. ( Read more... ) -
on Christmas mornings
When Christmas morning dawns upon you like any other day and you find yourself painting a smile on your face to match the faces of those around you, when nothing but the slippery embrace of alcohol warms your blood, and you are surprised at how this day which meant so much to you before is now an excuse for friends to spend the night reminiscing ( Read more... ) -
Off to Krabi!
I just bleached my hair with household bleach and dyed it blue, packed my bags with stacks of paper, watercolours and various sets of bikinis, put red nail polish in my purse to maximise time spent on the plane, and made my holiday playlist. We're off to Sun, Sand and Sea in Krabi ( Read more... )