eleven days later

lorena {b. schneider}
dog days are over {florence + the machine}
keep it loose, keep it tight {a. lee}
before it breaks {b. carlile}
raising cain {g. alan isakov}

pills are harder to swallow these days. arguing with efficiency is exhausting (keep on, keep on). i promise you : never will i want respectable to mean that i forgot about all of this. [the] rebel yell carries on a clarion call a message a beat. write me a letter, will you? don't you miss me yet? if i know anything about anything, it's that we all come back around. paint the goddamn walls red if you want.

i believe in life before death.
in mistakes.
expressing spontaneous thought.
drinking coffee after five PM.
just because it doesn't work like that doesn't mean it shouldn't make you angry. there is a difference between naivete and idealism.
inform yourself, fight back.

1. pumpkin squash ravioli.
2. the idea of working for a woman who calls me 'hun' over the phone.
3. finally finishing The One With Phoebe's Wedding (5 years later)
4. lavender shampoo & peppermint soap.
5. riding the metro with bon
6. filling my days up.
7. all of that. that out there. that’s what i love.

[Once in awhile
when it's good
it'll feel like it should]

grocery shopping as celebration – brie and eco-merlot and sweet potatoes and the wrong kind of raspberry jam. the thing is, grocery shopping makes me just about as happy as eating spinach quiche with apple cider, or cool ranch doritos & cherry coke, or kwonjin ippan alal im lime. other things that make me this happy:
- remembering the lines of the metro without looking at the map
- buying books
- dancing around in tinkerbell wings and being unwieldy in a crowd full of strangers
- las posibilidades, and moving forward again.


For future reference: the escalator at Bethesda is unnecessarily tall and induces an irrational fear of infrastructural collapse within me. working somewhere with boxes and scattered photographs and a kitchen of the retro variety are all rather appealing. if the urge strikes you, walk down the alley; you might meet an adorable brasilian man peering in the window.

who’d you think you were dealing with | yeah, you underestimate me just a little bit | going in, going all, going off again