BEDRAGGLED GHOST OF A SONNET.
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"someday, baby, you know you gotta die."

i'm a quiet girl who wanes with the moon.
patti smith, anaïs nin, joanna newsom & maya deren are my ladies, cohen my man,
the avant-garde my obsession, the blues my soul.



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untitled (self study) . photographic collage. february 2012.
sleepyhead. my cat is purring little lullabies, though my mind is proving much heavier than these eyes. insomnia is no good for dreamers. xo.
felt like dressing as a boy today. c’est tout, xo!
self. dazed and fragmented. i’ve not worn makeup for an entire week. which has proven terrifying yet curiously liberating. we shall see how long this lasts. in other news i made an A on my art history paper discussing a two minute sliver of joan jonas’s vertical roll frame by frame for six pages. huzzah.
look at this precious pint-sized creature named snickerdoodle that came into work today! i’m such a cat lady, but this puppy was so unbelievably irresistible that i ended up snuggling with her the entire time the customers were browsing around (thus obtaining mad single-handed cash register skills). it was really endearing because she would crawl inside my jacket while gazing up into my eyes, then slip to slumber so very sweetly. a fellow employee snapped this when i was first petting her. visions of puppynapping were consuming my mind…
this is my favorite day of every year. been listening to screamin’ jay on endless loop, as ritualistic usual. my father bestowed a surprise visit this morning and took me to brunch. afterwards we went to my preferred magical witchy store where i nearly bought the most beautiful obsidian orb for $100. it’s energy was so commanding. i felt it before even placing it in my hands. i have a feeling i’m going to go back tonight for the purchase. can’t get it out of my mind. xo.
been feeling lousy, but sweet little frida (my roomate’s pup) decided to come cuddle in the nape of my neck. you can barely see her. xo.
this is how my brain feels, y’all.
so, today after classes i went thrifting because i was feeling exceptionally anxiety-ridden and very much needed to diverge my muddled mind. as i was leaving one shop a lovely girl behind the counter quickly constructed an exquisite black sculptural flower out of twisted silver wire and knotted recycled bags then handed it to me. talk about swooning…my goodness. entirely shocked that i was even able to retain such composure in her presence.
i keep falling into trances—to dream is to be free. 
snapped this today under sentimental circumstances. wholly glazed. lost count of how many hours i’ve been on the road. seemingly longest day of my entire existence.
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