I try to match my bra and underwear as much as possible, even when I know for a fact that no one will be seeing it that day ( Read more... )

So many years later, and I still find myself missing Julie at odd times ( Read more... )

I miss the smell of summer.
I love the look of fall.

The only way I can enjoy my commute from work during rush hour is to just sing at the top of my lungs to all the songs that make me giddy and not care what the driver next to me thinks

I feel really lost right now. And I'm worried I won't find my way back.

I wonder what Freud would say about dreams where you really really have to pee, but the only toilets available are sin toilet paper, broken, or surrounded by random people because there are no stalls.

What's even more interesting is the fact that this type of dream has happened more than once.

I'm currently at this point in life where I want to just risk everything. And maybe I only mean that figuratively, and just the very idea of it is thrilling enough to keep me going. Disappointment happens, plans fall through, life is unexpected ( Read more... )

Tonight the air smelled magical.

I rolled down my windows as I drove through the neighborhood, rain and lake evaporating into the car skimming my skin like they were secrets.

I wanted to keep myself locked in that moment for as long as possible.
Instead, I approached my driveway and closed the windows.

I just discovered 40.000 Chilean pesos in my camera case.

That makes me smile for so many different reasons.

Last night I stopped writing in the middle of a sentence because I couldn't decide what I wanted my character to have for breakfast...

I woke up this morning to this phrase: "She kept the thought with her as she ate her"

Cannibalism at its best, perhaps?