February 12, 2017
September 24, 2013
December 9, 2012
December 6, 2012
number seventy-seven
some pictures
this is one of the best things i've seen
This is a beautiful picture of a beautiful girl
my cat, fish.
my aunts pretending to bartend
a package from someone super nice
my breakfast that exploded glass all over me. my foot is all cut up!
pretty about to be killed to death
pretty pattern
me with green
November 8, 2012
number seventy-six
Today, as I stepped in cat shit and as I cleaned it off of my foot, I realised that I must love my cat more than I love anything or anyone else... because I didn't kill her.
September 17, 2012
September 16, 2012
number seventy-four
i can feel the break downs waiting to happen. this stack of books ain't going anywhere. agh!
September 15, 2012
September 10, 2012
number seventy-two
"In order to escape the threat of shame or fear, one takes on a compulsive, repetitious activity as though to busy oneself, to distract oneself, to keep awareness at bay."
September 6, 2012
number seventy-one
last night i had my first night terror since 2008, scared to sleep tonight. is this beginning again? agggghhhhhhh
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