dim lamplight and a darkening sky: 12 January 2012
Cheese, hand warmers, eye contact and shy smiles, vibrant hair, perceptions of beauty, eye makeup, television shows, a thick luster, jewelry, running, feeling so good after running, shopping for birthday gifts, getting mail, not feeling anxious for a really long…
Good vibrations: 10 November 2011
Good vibrations: black-tipped nails, sweatshirts over dresses, almost finishing a book and starting another, secret uninhabited parts of London that aren’t touristy, cloudy gray mornings with coffee and thick socks and braided hair and alone, wearing the same clothes over…
I started Zoloft again: 12 de noviembre de 2014
I feel like a sage, a master of “letting things be.” I started Zoloft again three days ago and it’s been making me feel like vomiting, just vaguely, under-the-surface-enough so that I don’t actually do it. It also gives me…
I want to smoke cigarettes in outdoor cafes: 02 de mayo de 2014
I want to wear jewelry and paint my nails and smoke cigarettes in outdoor cafes while drinking coffee and writing. I want to eat healthy food, cook healthy food, smoke weed and drink mate with friends and talk about the…
The way he walks: 12 de mayo de 2015
We walked around the city last night after smoking paraguayo, which still had an earthy, thick smell of real marihuana, and the whole time all I could think about was the way he walks and what it says about his…
LCD Soundsystem and a patio full of chattering Argentinians: 02 de mayo de 2015
LCD Soundsystem and a patio full of chattering Argentinians, they crack each other up. If you don’t let everything spill out, you won’t be able to sift the gold from the shit, you won’t find art if you haven’t seen…
It’s like I’ve been gone for so long in an unhappier, less calm self: 20 de abril de 2015
It’s like I’ve been gone for so long in an unhappier, less calm self, a self more rigid with uncertainty. He necesitado hacer esto por tanto tiempo. Everything’s flushed down the toilet, there’s sparkles in mine eyes. I feel real…
He comes to visit me at five in the morning: 26 de diciembre de 2014
He comes to visit me at five in the morning, he sits on the couch and I lay with my head in his lap, his fingers tracing lines, searching. We are silent, and it feels so nice to have someone…
I feel so magic: 13 de diciembre de 2014
I feel so new, I feel so magic, so feather-like floaty hair and pixelated pinpointed pulseras, colours in every texture. Ink on skin, plastic camera whimsical vibrations, a ring on every finger, long nails, eating a bulbous, shiny apple, reds…
Ideas unfolding like morphing lotuses: 28 de noviembre de 2013
Heavy fog reminds me of the ocean, open space spread like butter into infinity, my eternal introspective fire crackling and sparking, ideas unfolding like morphing lotuses, pulsing with the salted waves and provoking that same excitement, the anticipation of future…