I’m unsure how to describe how I feel at this exact moment in time. It’s something like wanting to be anywhere but here, in this place, but being unable to see or move beyond dark red lines drawn by my own hand. And then wanting to curl into myself because there’s nowhere else to go. And not wanting to be alone. It’s mostly like not wanting to be alone.
biancavirina: CLICK THE SQUARES.
Mostly, I would like to sit somewhere open and calm and make art.
I am tired of being somebody who is always aching.
Control thy passions lest they take vengence on thee– Epictetus (via bluedogdays)
Coachella ‘11 has come and gone and I’ve got roughly five more weeks of my third year of college left to go. I’m listening to I am Jen and attempting to really sit down and do some reading for the first time this entire quarter. Where has time gone?
I’m here, I’m here. Tonight, I’m here.
I feel awfully strange and alone at this time.