My birthday is next Friday, I’ll be nineteen.
This photo is nearly fifteen years old.
Such a pretty beauty & the beast cake.
I picked this up today at Powells & now I can’t put it down.
my room has been a mess for two weeks now
and my mom keeps nagging me to clean up
so I finally did this morning and found these:
She’d hidden them all over my room
under my things.
I love my mom.
“Clocks cry: stillness is a lie, my dear;
The wheels revolve, the universe keeps running.
(Proud you halt upon the spiral stair.)”
-Sylvia Plath
Too much bad news. I kinda hate everything right now.
Except this bob dylan record I just bought
and the french cheese Pauline sent me.
Also I got into this fiction writing class I really wanted.
But everything else sux.
but I’ve lost over thirty two pounds since my return from France.
