February 2011
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sometimes it is very satisfying just to be in my own body and be a messy, angsty teenager
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January 2011
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apparently san francisco is a place where a young man on the bus can think that i’m making eyes at him, get angry and tell me to stop because he “doesn’t go that way,” and then ten minutes later (presumably still thinking i’m gay) tap me on the shoulder and apologize for being “so harsh.” i’m not sure what to make of this.
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new order - we all stand. i didn’t realize...
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apparently
my first mossing attempt on new year’s eve was not quite successful. i took these photos about a week afterwards, and went back today and they looked more or less the same, except deader.
i have a plan though to improve my results, involving a) using a different moss that i’ve been finding lots of that seems to grow nice and lush, b) using more moss and blending it better, which...
the 6ths - you you you you you. hearing my mom and...
my new favourite spanish word
espeluznante, which means “horrific” or “terrifying”
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david bowie - drive in saturday. one of my...
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“Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild, with a faery, hand in...”
– W.B. Yeats, The Stolen Child (via miror)
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i just realized
that over the past two year or so i have written (or cowritten with elena) 11 complete songs and 16 that are well on their way to being done. that’s a lot of songs. i suppose that’s something i should be proud of. at this point though about 80% of them have still never been heard by anyone other than family or elena.
