Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Whenever I talk to you I get this feeling and I think I've always talked about it as this feeling of warmth and familiarity. But now I'm realizing it's more.
I feel like I'm covered in mud and my freckles that hide in the winter come back out. My skin abandons its pallor and is warm and young. And my hair, it's wind blown and tangled. I start daydreaming about jungles, forts, tree houses, caves, befriending feral cats, and trying to ride a horse bareback.
I start craving fruits and hearty bread and feel the need to walk my apartment barefoot.
I feel like I'm covered in mud and my freckles that hide in the winter come back out. My skin abandons its pallor and is warm and young. And my hair, it's wind blown and tangled. I start daydreaming about jungles, forts, tree houses, caves, befriending feral cats, and trying to ride a horse bareback.
I start craving fruits and hearty bread and feel the need to walk my apartment barefoot.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Grandma
Every time someone dies in my life I always fall asleep right as they are passing.
2011 has not been the best year so far.
But I have my hopes set high. Things can only get better from here.
Grandma is in a better place, Mr. Hurd's cancer is removable and I have some really amazing people in my life.
Like I said, it can only get better from here.
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