I am sick of laying in bed all day and taking drugs. 

I can't believe some people do this for fun.

I keep having dreams that my wisdom teeth grow back and I have to get them out

again, and again, and again. 

I want to eat solid foods and be able to think consciously.

And go out with my friends and look pretty. 

It does make me feel rather lucky though.

-R

lavender sheen

So, despite the mass amounts of work, I am happy. Maybe it's because I am not sick and have a legitimate amount of vitamin D in my system, or because I spent tonight bathing and finishing 'Seymour an Introduction' and ventured forth into 'The Journals of Sylvia Plath'. I know this will get dangerously depressing, but so far I feel like we have something in common. She also makes me notice more special things like padding out in the cold rain in my bathrobe after a bath. A strange contrast.

I also ate ice cream, a dangerous habit.

Anyways, this is my mothers lovely vintage shirt, raw silk I believe. And this is what I have been listening to all day so lovely.

-B

PHOSPHORESCENT - Wolves

This is what my life is like and this is what it's going to be. 

-R

you can always dream

things on my mind:

sheer clothes, mountains and trips, boys and bathtubs and wet kittens, abandoned buildings, el guincho bombay and being a girl, living & travelling extensively, juergen teller & marc jacobs skateboards.

-b