January 2011
not sure if it’s harder to fall asleep or wake up.
ugh, friday. finally.
one leaf on leaving.
it felt right. That’s all I can say really because no matter how many words I string together about my first breath of northern air, or about thin crusted pizza, or what the city looks like when the street lights awaken, or my future college, or even about family; it wouldn’t properly fit the sum of all of its parts. I think about how coddled we are from what we don’t see. Like...
Frostbite on my toes
Ouch.
idea.
I think i’m going to document my trip via a ton of writing, photography, and little things i’ll find and scan in. Hopefully I’ll start drawing again..
inspiration to create,
this is going to be good.
okay, you can ALL hate me but i'm postin' another...
-sleep
-gov midterm
-lit midterm
-empty bowls
-nap
-photoshop
-work
-study
-find time for ryan
-sleep
-studio art midterm
-bio midterm
-PACK PACK PACK
- dance around
-PACK
-procrastinate
-PACK
-NEW JERSEY.
okay. um. yeah.
If I won a Golden Globe, I'd get really sloshed...
bonemilk:
nowaitninjas-:
I’D GET UP THERE AND BE ALL
“JOSEPH GORDON - LEVITT , I’M IN ROOM 724!!” *WINK WINK WINK*
two facts for you:
My grand pa dated Barbara Streisand.
I’m eating Cocoa Puffs.
p-funkk:
barbara streisand - duck sauce
love....
what's mine is yrs.: long division. →
I do not always want to be this way, eyes swollen and goodbyes barely whispered over underground wires, but I’ve got wishes in these hands of mine and I think you might be worth handing them off to. I feel conflicted and a bit guilty but my heart is always beating loud in these fingertips of mine….
this.
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