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.
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.
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.
full bookshelf > full tummy.
today was perfect—ever spellbound.
phantoms II.
my phantoms are reemerging.
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