orange

pelli

pending...

Penso che ti amo...

Small

They all love someone like me. It is superficial. If I were a guy they would be after me too. Presume thus.

Non so.

chill.

What are you so god damn stressed about?

where did you sleep last night?

It is very easy to be honest when you have very little attached. What is high school? What are past relationships? What is what you would like to have?

I think it is time to move into 2141. It is ready for me and I am ready for it. Lay low for a week.

Details.

Idle

Eveything is [still] everything

Ho indossato queste scarpe...

...but that goes without saying.





....É vero.......

Lo sai.

Summer is really gonna hurt you.

The Accidents

didn't watch my back....



had a fight with waves and coral reef....and lost....

Sono tornata negli stati uniti

Radiohead's "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" = Portishead's "The Rip"

and their triplet looks and sounds like this...



expect many new posts full of pictures from the past two months in Italia.

oh and this..... the quadruplet.

dirty

no jokes.

strummin hummin

Ready to put growth and love in Philadelphia on hold.
Tell them all I just had to see about some past dreams.

dizzy, my man.

anxiety and restlessness. slow down.and imagine what a year off would feel like. compared. two weeks. aviation. questions of home.

my man, my man.

wind from the 70s and everything went blue. da da.

sheet music please

I'm thinkin' coffee. Black.

t

What would a human look like if it were born with its parents' scars? What would that build up of generations look like?

Home sick? or anxious?

slap

Got told. Eyes widened. Feel fine. The ones you love became your home. Foundation constantly crumbles. Friends die out. Keep well.

Italia is waiting.

12:05

It feels really natural. I was weaving all day yesterday. literally. Wake up, work, eat, work, laugh, dance, work, eat, watch a show, work, wash face, sleep.

I will be leaving all this the 31st.

critique th

I am glad she kicks your ass. You know I won't. I just wanted you to join the fun. Someone else caught on. I guess your moon is sending you different tides. Unfortunate.

Ears are a popping. Forget about it. Call me out on it. If I complain...remind me why I did it. Do it. My biggest critics told me that creative persons just have to get the critics out of their heads in order to do anything. I hope they know I beat through this myself over this sophomore year. I deconstructed the world they created around me based off this idea. They just warranted everything I learned this year in one sentence. All the work I did means nothing against this realization. Funny, I knew it all already before I came here. I am ultimately just excited for the work to come. I get to do it on my terms without guilt or doubt. Why Bother? But then why not? Illusion. Seeing through the bull. To the honest flesh and minerals. Just a stuffed piece of fabric. Fibers. Ink. String. A message.

Bags

Moving out of this apt. tomorrow. It had a run. Not good or bad....just a run. One can only do so much on their feet... So I've learned.

Ready.

Like a sheet of photo paper is exposed and fixed...my memory is just that...with an image of a gray haired gentleman with a blood trickling, bullet hole wound in the back of his head. He was still standing. They two men beside him were in slow motion with him. Swaying to the short waves of being. It is certainly not the same experience as hearing gun shots while riding a bicycle in the city.

I move farther south Saturday. I will be couch hopping and resting in a kind fellow's bed.

I wove my first basket ever today. It was quite a sight. I want to give it skin.

My outfit today was something out of a jcrew catalog.

I have a ton of work that is creeping and trying to make me paranoid that it is going to kick my ass. I think the best approach is to stay calm and work through. This time is no more or less stressful than any other time of the year. It is in your heads. All I want to do is sip wine and read a book (not out of obligation for a course assignment). First sleep. Insomnia. Summed up to an inability to just listen.

Machine

Feels so right. All about the do. What are you doing here? You just are. It is good that you forget. That can mean you are living without hesitation or doubt. This is what you are. How does it feel to be?

I can't help but return the peck on those eyes.

Beautiful worn rug
Dried flowers that were once gifts
Baby bib
Sentimental shoes
School papers
Uniforms
Tickets
Teeth

Slippers crusted with kitty litter...past their function.

Funs

Who has a way with words...Who picks up on meta-messages....Who is laughing until her stomach hurts....Who is about to get really good rest...