Last night I returned from my trip to NYC. I got the chance to meet a lot of great people, including Cherrytrash, Solipsis, Tez, Greggster, Kaikai, NeonFranbrozen, ThrottleBitch, Sharona1881, Zepp, and Mr. MurderIsIn in addition to seeing my sweet Maladjusted. It was the trip of a lifetime, and ended entirely too fast. I left Houston Friday at 4am, ended up spending 5 hours in ATL airport, then arriving to my hotel in New York's upper west side around 4pm-ish. I left Sunday around 3 in the afternoon .
Many pictures to come once I finish working on them.
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I wrote this in my sketch book while waiting for my flight Sunday evening.
Even with recent events weighing on my mind, I find myself left in a state of persistent bliss. The quality of the people I have just left in New York will be impossible to top. I feel very alive and inspired. I believe the true limits of my soul have been pushed further than ever before. I adore every person I got to spend time with, even the ones who might not like me much after this morning.
Some of these people will be leaving N.Y.C. with a chunk of my heart without even knowing it. The rest of my heart went to New York City itself, rarely do I enjoy every second in a new place to this extent. Just the act of walking behind this group of people I love while looking up at the skyline in the fog made me happier than I have been in a long time. I think I must be shaking from joy and sadness at the same time, I have been shaking and tearing up since I left the hotel. I guess I will stop moaning here, I feel like there are a billion more thoughts running laps in my mind. However, those must stay private for now. This isn't the time nor the forum for those secrets to surface.
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To say the least, I am super depressed. That was the hardest time I have ever had leaving friends. A weekend was so far from being enough to satisfy my soul, yet more than enough to ignite a giant fire in the pit of my heart. Anyone who doubts the friendships we make here, you only need a night with these lovely minds to understand how great it really is.
-smoke break-
O.K. I feel a bit better, I didn't do that all weekend.
To lighten the mood of this blog, since the trip was is all honesty the time of my life, here are some fun videos and photos . Enjoy , I know I did.
(Sorry for the angle these were shot at. I was clearly somewhat drunk by this point.) Greggster mocking Cherrytrash
Greggster and Tez playing with NYC's finest piles of trash, and with matching pink pigtails no less .
The rest of the videos of me screaming into the camera mic will be uploaded later. I will link them here.
I got this on paper with some sharpies while trying to calm my nerves after leaving.
As Greggor's tits would say: New York Fucking City.
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. Enjoy , I know I did.
"Surreal in general means bizarre or dreamlike". Wikipedia always knows what I mean.
no that didn't help. STOPPPPPP
"Trembling at the thought of feeling.
Wide awake and keeping distance.
Nothing seems to penetrate her.
She's scared as hell."