Lovers and nemeses,
I'm listening to the birds singing the praises of a coming storm; the horizon is thick with dark clouds and the low rumble of distant thunder or freight trains or garbage trucks. My tummy is full of vegan French toast (coconut and cinnamon, a malloreigh original recipe) and my heart is full of hope.
Amanda and I stayed up til the sun woke up.
I'm home alone this weekend. My sweet, sweet I-don't-know-what-to-call-her roommate/bestfriend/crush is sinking her feet into wet sand and throwing herself to the wind, the sun, the sky and the ocean on one of the larger Gulf Islands in celebration of her first solstice on the west coast; here, we feel the earth beneath us, we sing to it and it sings to us. I hope she's having an amazing time. I'm not going; I need self-exploration this weekend and when I am with her I am so caught up in her passion and delighted by her that I forget about myself.
[before] and [after] last night's queer dance party - I nuzzled with a sweet giraffe over the taste of cinna-mint.
Tonight my fixed-gear silver, orange and pink Peugeot bicycle and I go on our very first road trip together to Portland, Oregon. I've never been but I've been meaning to go for so long. I'm excited. I'm not going with anyone I really know so I'll be spending a lot of time on my own and that's exactly how I want it.
I must remember to bring...
. My camera
. My notebook and a good pen
. Dahl and injera for the road
. Extra hair elastics because they seem to slide right out of my braids
I'm listening to the birds singing the praises of a coming storm; the horizon is thick with dark clouds and the low rumble of distant thunder or freight trains or garbage trucks. My tummy is full of vegan French toast (coconut and cinnamon, a malloreigh original recipe) and my heart is full of hope.
Amanda and I stayed up til the sun woke up.
I'm home alone this weekend. My sweet, sweet I-don't-know-what-to-call-her roommate/bestfriend/crush is sinking her feet into wet sand and throwing herself to the wind, the sun, the sky and the ocean on one of the larger Gulf Islands in celebration of her first solstice on the west coast; here, we feel the earth beneath us, we sing to it and it sings to us. I hope she's having an amazing time. I'm not going; I need self-exploration this weekend and when I am with her I am so caught up in her passion and delighted by her that I forget about myself.
[before] and [after] last night's queer dance party - I nuzzled with a sweet giraffe over the taste of cinna-mint.
Tonight my fixed-gear silver, orange and pink Peugeot bicycle and I go on our very first road trip together to Portland, Oregon. I've never been but I've been meaning to go for so long. I'm excited. I'm not going with anyone I really know so I'll be spending a lot of time on my own and that's exactly how I want it.
I must remember to bring...
. My camera
. My notebook and a good pen
. Dahl and injera for the road
. Extra hair elastics because they seem to slide right out of my braids
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Your bedroom is quite pretty, in which case. I like the lights.