painfully restless and out of things to say.

David takes really nice pictures of me sometimes.

This morning I put on my dad’s old college sweatshirt and realized that I am a female recreation of him in his 20’s. I’m pretty happy about it. 

It’s a sunny day and I was restless so I got someone to chop my hair off. 

Waking up in Wales for the first time. Confused, hungover, fully clothed, with sun streaming through the window like it couldn’t wait to say hello. Some mornings are golden, and this - it was a shining beginning, I was nearly blinded by possibilities. 

Been wondering lately if the people I knew ten years ago would recognize me on the street. The people I knew five years ago, even. 

Nuts. 

These days: all my shirts are wrinkled and from the men’s department, all my tights are falling apart, all my sweaters smell like buses and airports, I do all of my work in bars, all of the light is yellow because sea fog never dies, but. I’m trying to sleep a little less and drink coffee a little more and remember promises I made in December about writing a story and staying on track.

Got my hairs cut. 

I’m a steel driving woman
With my heart in the grass
And a total radio face.
I’ve got blisters on my feet.
And a little heart that bleeds
And I’m running from the law today.

But I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die.

I’ve been to the edge of the earth and back. 

Goin’ to Amsterdam. See you guys on Monday. 

Twice a day, every day. 

elisabethlightly:

this baby and i finally met in real life. yayayay. i love her.

love love love love love love

A girl who is genuinely happy to be alive.

bibimbap for breakfast, coffee for lunch.