justbreathex

There is always a sense of satisfaction nuzzling next to me when I am here, Last night I slept in the room Jeff and I built for ourselve, we have no running water and no electricity, but we do have a bed and space to put art up and be alone. Sometimes I want to live in an apartment and not think about whether or not the walls will fall down, like a building implosion. But with that in mind I feel more satisfied knowing that if something did happen I could fix it because we made it. There is however a shitload of bees on the side of the house, They haven't messed with me since I started using garlic on my hair, prior to that one noticed a scent of strawbeery on my head and got caught in my dreads, I was scared as fuck,