As long as I have one ass instead of two, I’ll wear what I like.– Erin Brockovich
began the long, dusty process of cleaning out my room. shit i’ve been saving diligently like a hoarder i finally just threw in bags before looking at it long enough to feel any emotional attachment to it. it feels good. there is nothing under my bed for the first time in my life. i got a new bedspread and i’m buying new curtains tomorrow. change is good :) exercise is also good....
When she was younger, she played with a magnificent dollhouse. Pink siding and white shudders opened up to a ten room Victorian, fully furnished with the prettiest and most intricate furniture any of the other girls in the neighborhood had ever laid jealous eyes on. Her father bought it when she was six - she can still remember sliding her finger around the edge of the biggest birthday gift in...
there’s not much more to say than that - no poem, no prose, just one of those rare, all-around wonderful days where you just have to stop and say to yourself, “Maybe my existence isn’t a joke God is playing on himself after all.” Sometimes the weather is perfect and you actually get tan and your favorite baseball player fucking acknowledges you with a smile, point, and...
let’s all go back in time, to the days we weren’t born, under the guise of historians, philosophers, antique-hunters, aficionados of all things old, let’s go back and relive the stories of days even before we weren’t born put ourselves in front of an antique desk and sign a love letter never sent, or some other little bit of the trite place our minds go when we think of the...