there are bunches of thoughts swarming around in my head like a big dirt devil. the haunting part is that none of these thoughts ever find their way to articulation. bummer right?
there's no way to express how frustrating it is to hold this much misdirected ambition. i'll eventually hit the wrong cardinals at least twice before i finally realize that the only way i actually want to go is in between. it's how it functions, it's what makes me, me.
i like strangers. and their quirks. and their attempts and often successes at expression.
i often only let people scratch the surface, despite what they may think.
awkward situations still happen daily. i sometimes wonder if i subconsciously cause them. it makes me smile no matter what.
i love seattle. don't worry, i'll live there someday. it's not even a question.
i really hate it when people flip off cameras. no matter the situation, it's really never funny.
i cut my hair a lot due to monthly identity crisises.
i like to write in my journal as i waste money at java. mostly, they're incoherent thoughts about people in an abstract sort of way. i hate re-reading it, but one day, i know i'm going to love it.
i sometimes wonder if people see the world the same way that i do. but i accept that even if they don't, we'll go on spinning.
also, if i never had to see the normal color of my fingernails ever, ever again, i'd be perfectly fine with it.
tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears
