i hope you find the magic on the floor..

that i left behind.. and forgot to close the door.



[a.o.k t.k.o.]

i woke up this morning in a living room alone with all the blinds down..
clock ticking sloppily.. foot traffic in my ears..
and a bug bite of some sort on my left butt cheek..
a living room that wasn't mine.
... it took me way too long to realize that i was at lindsey and renee's and everything was aok.



[a plus]

veganism has kicked into gear..
and i've lost some weight in the process..
but i think i look exactly the same.

this means that i either now look like what i thought i looked like weeks ago
or i legitimately look like what i used to.
i win either way right? right.

[i could have determined that i lose either way..
but i didn't, because i like to stay positive.
positivity. yes.]




[dogs & water]

why does anders nilsen have to so perfectly unfold my heart with his non-linear story telling..
great devotion to white space..
and sensitivity towards gray and other muted colors?





[damnit]

michelle yo was making moves..
as fast as she could..
jumping streams.. making paths.. pumping her arms in the air victoriously

in new sneakers.
making aerodynamic moves.
until the wind stopped. the trees fell.
the treadmill snapped.
she fell in a hole
and skinned her knees

now it hurts when she walks.
skin cracking over and over, again.
and she's pretty much sure her new shoes are seriously ugly.