well my heart is in my throat. i am so absorbed in myself that i don’t always see you standing there beside me. i will always be your friend and always be there for you - even in the middle of our annual cold wars. tonight was turning out to be a night that i really needed to hear that i was loved. i made old people smile today - and that felt good
i lied. you know that book of poetry i gave you. most were written about you
i love running my fingers over my collarbone
I hugged a stranger today. Bought a coffee for another. Gave all my change to a musician on the street. Smiled wide as my breath lingered infront of me. Updated my tumblr with silly photos while daydreaming of my next trip. Painted my body and rolled around on a canvas. Wrote stories. Wrote of love. Molded clay and smeared it with paint. Let the hot water wash over me. Watched the rainbow of...
I am content. I have peace despite the chaos of the city. Someone bought me a coffee tonight. A stranger hugged me and said I was beautiful. I ice skated in union sq. Danced in the pouring rain with a complete stranger. Traded pashminas with a girl from France. Drank nasty beer in Mission and soaked up every glorious moment of it. Tommys Joynt has the spiciest horseradish I have ever tasted. If I...