find something real
last night, a strange thing happened. i had an unprecedented impulse to go on a walk; and as if that wasn’t unusual enough, i decided to ~follow~ this impulse. i plugged in my earbuds and started walking around the periphery of campus. then, even curiouser, i wanted to ~jog~ for a bit. JOG. so, again, i gave way to this impulse, and then… my heart rate spiraled off the charts, my knees buckled, and i lost my ability to breathe. suddenly, i felt myself growing smaller. smaller, and smaller, and smaller- until i was lying on the ground, barely tall enough to reach the grass on the side of the road. when i got back to my room five hours later, i realized the sorry truth: i had turned into a slug. moral of the story: i am never jogging again.
George Clark Stanton - Death and the Maiden
this is what happens when you travel alone for too long
i found this really fucking awesome picture of myself from tartuffe with my girl abby and ohmygod i couldn’t NOT post it sry not sry
:) aw. thanks, nonnie.
today, i have taken two selfies, as an exercise of looking at my reflection and liking what i see.
“we are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.” - [x]
current emotion: any picture of spike the dinosaur from land before time
