(via thebloggess)
i spend most of my time playing a version of tag where i have to crawl. because lets face it, its be extremely unfair to plaing walking tag with a 10 month old. it is by far the most fun i have ever had.
also, my son keeps changing the radio station…he might be looking for better music. i am a proud mom.
and…i almost died when my son got a bloodly lip when face planting the floor…he was fine.
what a kid.
i see.
consciously.
the
ridiculousness
of you
so im tired.
and im sick of talking about being tired…
so i drank an energy drink and did nothing.
so typical me.
i peered into the minds of 25 of the most interesting strangers i know.
and all i saw were 4 naked bottoms.
nice bottoms but nonetheless, not what i was looking for down the rabbithole.
i am reading wuthering heights. terrible 33 first pages and then brillance.
how could i have ever thought any different.
(via misswallflower)
half played songs on the piano
warm earl grey with milk
vanity fair half read
melanie and alexander beetle on vinnyl
vintage pictures to hang
a baby with sweet kisses and nothing on but a diaper
warm sticky maryland air
wuthering heights at naptime
love love love
i sit silently, because i can.
there are very few things that i can CHOOSE to do anymore.
but I CAN be silent.
i can be silent FOREVER
if i choose to. and you can talk even louder…and LOUDER
and i will respond with nothingness.
it is MY will that I exert over myself
and you, consequently, since you seem to be sitting in my shadows so
EXPECTANTLY
which may exactly be YOUR problem,
farewell…the farewell…YOUR fairwell…YOU’RE fAILURE.
(via ifyoufeelalive)
