all this time, i thought my life was somewhere else.
turns out, it was right here all along.

i think i'm happiest when i'm lying in bed, listening to Radiohead, dreaming of a future filled with sushi, stir-fry, chopsticks, barefoot walks in the rain, singing, dancing, orange trees, trampolines.

this is my time. this is my life...

i think i'm going to take up painting.

and then there are these nights when everything and everyone is beautiful. when it doesn't matter that my heart is racing and that i am anxious over nothing or that i feel restless and wandering ( Read more... )

don't hideaway, hideaway from your imagery ( Read more... )

"i'm so sorry if i'm alienating some of you. your whole fucking CULTURE alienates me."

but really, at this point, i should be used to feeling invisible.
my words hold nothing.
i'm just another angry poor queer brown woman.
of course it's not personal. of course it's just dogma...

"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ, and walked carefully precariously like something rare."

last night, i dreamed of my father, and eating pan dulce with my family. it felt warm and good, memories i don't really have...

http://kevan.org/johari?name=natalee

do it. seriously.

also: happy valentine's day. i love everyone.

i think i can handle it now.
i've got a little bit of this thing called maturity now.
not a lot. but enough.

lately, i've been missing Chicago so much ( Read more... )