days like this i don't know what to do with myself...
i've been in the pit for 12 hours a day for the last 3 days with no windows, no clue to the outside world except the raving of visitors and the remnants of warmer days, melting snow and the hint of spring.
last night i slept in just my underwear, window wide open. air still cool, blankets just right. i can't even describe how good it feels to have fresh air on my skin again. the first touch after months of isolation.
sitting on this deck, tits out, thankful the people in the houses below me work real 9-5 jobs, kids at school. sun shining, white skin gleaming, sunglasses, hair in my eyes, meligrove band floating in the air from the open door behind me. perfect morning. 17 degrees C... doesn't sound like much but trust me. its perfect.
the neighbours still have snow on thier back lawn. the dirty leftovers of a winter full of freezing rain and heavy snowfalls. i love this neighbourhood. its in the middle of this city but surprisingly quiet. so quiet that i can hear voices from open windows everywhere. its not just me airing everything out. we feel the need for change, rebirth and growth. i can see the trees starting to bud already. a few more weeks and this place will explode with green. if this is any precursor of what the summer will bring, it just might be better than i anticipated. there's going to be a whole lot of short skirts, tank tops, flowers in my hair. more living, less caring.
blue skies/loving eyes/natural highs.
no time left for tired sighs.
its hard to feel stagnant right now because all i want to do is move.
so move.
nothing could kill this.
.(breakfasttime).
xo
i've been in the pit for 12 hours a day for the last 3 days with no windows, no clue to the outside world except the raving of visitors and the remnants of warmer days, melting snow and the hint of spring.
last night i slept in just my underwear, window wide open. air still cool, blankets just right. i can't even describe how good it feels to have fresh air on my skin again. the first touch after months of isolation.
sitting on this deck, tits out, thankful the people in the houses below me work real 9-5 jobs, kids at school. sun shining, white skin gleaming, sunglasses, hair in my eyes, meligrove band floating in the air from the open door behind me. perfect morning. 17 degrees C... doesn't sound like much but trust me. its perfect.
the neighbours still have snow on thier back lawn. the dirty leftovers of a winter full of freezing rain and heavy snowfalls. i love this neighbourhood. its in the middle of this city but surprisingly quiet. so quiet that i can hear voices from open windows everywhere. its not just me airing everything out. we feel the need for change, rebirth and growth. i can see the trees starting to bud already. a few more weeks and this place will explode with green. if this is any precursor of what the summer will bring, it just might be better than i anticipated. there's going to be a whole lot of short skirts, tank tops, flowers in my hair. more living, less caring.
blue skies/loving eyes/natural highs.
no time left for tired sighs.
its hard to feel stagnant right now because all i want to do is move.
so move.
nothing could kill this.
.(breakfasttime).
xo
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yum we should try that one together.
MIss you
ill come see you when i get back.
promise
I only drink tequila.
(I think i've said this before).