Hello my rouges and pinched cheeks


No real blog, i am kind of worried that if i put anything "real" on paper then everything will come out. And I will be left with a terrible, scattered novel.

So quickly things i enjoy

www.yoisthisracist.com
www.Rookiemag.com -is the pretentious, snobby, navel gazing magazine i wish i read as a teen

growing my hair out and braiding it, my face has gotten intense guys. and when i pull back my hair you can see that the baby softness is going, and my cheekbones are showing, and my long pretty nose.

being alone- it is a luxury that i wish i had taken advantage of

perfume.

bourbon

the girl in my building with incredibly well fitting suits

onion soup

Henry Miller

documentaries on netflix

browsing for flat boots online



I really do think of SG all the time.

I am so weirdly intimidated by starting a real blog, its like SG will consume me if i get involved again. My tiny giant takes up all of my time.

maybe all of this will change when i get better with this computer

I just want you to know that i still think of all of you, way to much of the time