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i downed the last of my coffee, weak and watery as it was, I...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:14:19 -0400

i downed the last of my coffee, weak and watery as it was, I still savored it. Wafflehouse coffee majestified against the microwaved water and grounds from a sample magazine steeped through a paper towel. I didn’t care.

I left the house locking the door behind me. Even though it was the middle of the day and our house is secluded behind a driveway and neighboring house, I’ve grown accustomed to taking such measures after seeing groups of men walking down nearby streets wearing white gloves while laughing and carrying on. I’m told that their carrying on is robbing houses. Not that we even have anything worth stealing, but the few things we own are treasured.
I took off down the sidewalk towards the main road closeby. It was a nice, sunny day with a slight breeze and a few threatening dark clouds. I love looking at the sky here. It looks so much bigger and brilliant. It seems to go on and on and on forever. I arrived at corner convenient store and said hello to James who was standing outside the door smoking a cigarette. James was an irritable crusty homeless man in his late 30’s who had a dirty white beard and dressed in saggy black sweatpants, a ratty white T-shirt and a red hoodie that usually draped over his head. James spent every day standing outside this convenient store asking passersby for spare change. Around 5 pm each day he’d go to the taco bell next door and ask for a water cup. While no one was looking he’d grab a handful of complimentary mints and stuff them in his pocket.
I went inside and approached the counter where a pack of Parliaments were waiting for me and the attendant grinning at me through the glass encasement. “No p-funks today.” I told him, “I’m broke. I’ll have you’re cheapest full flavors.” He passed me a pack of “Timeless time” which advertised peaceful minds on the front. I gave him my very last three dollars and left. Outside, I lit up a timeless time and handed one to James who grunted a thanks, put in my headphones and turned up “Tell Me” by the Rolling Stones. I made my way down the sidewalk feeling simple. And happy. An old black man passed me on the walk. He stepped onto the grass turning, he curtsied to me as I walked past and screamed “Hail, lady, hailllll!” I smiled and bowed to him.

our house is turning into good space. our “newly acquired...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:23:53 -0400

our house is turning into good space. our “newly acquired family member” - Parks lives in the camper in the front yard. got our clothesline up, outdoor stove (crockpot with holes in it) set up and just put out some compost to start a garden in a few weeks.

next… an outdoor shower. and a teepee.

deadsymmetry: tinei 2013. Stars are falling. 50 x 40 cm. oil...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 21:15:07 -0400

deadsymmetry:

tinei 2013. Stars are falling. 50 x 40 cm. oil on canvas

Today has been such a good day. I worked most of it at the...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 21:03:46 -0400

Today has been such a good day. I worked most of it at the bakery and then went thrifting and found a pair of brand new clarks for 5 bucks. I don’t even like clarks. I think their dumb. But I feel really good about buying these clarks. Also, I am going to have the house all to myself tonight which is a rarity seeing as we have had visitors staying with us ever since we got here. After I download Howl’s moving castle I’m going to walk home and build an indoor fort in my room, stuff my face with icecream and nerds and have anime movie night.

It’s finally starting to feel somewhat like home here. I’m on week two and now have two...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 20:43:46 -0400

It’s finally starting to feel somewhat like home here. I’m on week two and now have two jobs. One at a vegan bakery and the other at an all female gardening company. I’ve already started both and I absolutely freaking love them.

I’m learning how to bullshit pretty well. I mean sometimes you have to, right? I convinced the gardening company that I knew what I was doing seeing as I grew up on a farm and everything. How hard can gardening really be? Seriously?
WRONG.
Thirty minutes after I arrived on my first day this girl leads me to an angry mangled patch of plants and weeds and says “Okay so pick out all the poke and leave the ivy, don’t touch the begonias and create an outside on that patch there.” Me : “Yep, right, got it.” While I’m actually thinking, “Poke? And what the hell is a begonia?”

Also, I know nothing about vegans and the fake food they eat. But after my first day at the bakery I’m well on my way to becoming one after stuffing my face with the most delicious food I’ve ever eaten in my life.

I regret getting rid of my car every single day. Not like I really had a choice… But you never realize how wonderfully wonderful cars are, even the shittiest ones. The ones you’d be utterly embarrassed to be caught riding in or driving. Nay do you realize until you are carless, walking down the street in the heat of the day wishing all men to hell as one follows you down the street with his tongue wagging back and forth and screaming the things he’d do to you if you just let him take you home. Not until you sit down to plan all of your errands on the same day in the same trip so you don’t have to go out again. Not wearing makeup to work because by the time you get there it’s just brownish, streaked stain on your face. Staying home while your friends go out to a bar because it’s dark in the ghetto and you’d rather live than drink a beer. Not being able to buy something on Craigslist because you can’t fit it in your backback…. Character building, oh hey.

Downtown, Nashville, TN

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 21:11:53 -0400

Downtown, Nashville, TN

welp. I made it. I’m sitting here at mcdonalds (which I...

Wed, 29 May 2013 21:56:57 -0400

welp. I made it. I’m sitting here at mcdonalds (which I might add, this one is VERY classy) in Nashville, TN. I’ve been here a week. Not mcdonalds, Nashville. I got it in my head about a month ago to move here with my soon-to-be roommate, Heather and have been saving up for it ever since. It’s time for change, a new life, a new story. So this is it. I’ve never lived anywhere other than Charlotte so this whole experience has been something to deal with. I didn’t feel anything really about moving, I was just so ready to do it after I had made the decision. So tired of my life. If I kept living the way I was living I was on the path to death, I assure you.

I’ve been very quiet since I’ve been here. Heather has been giving me a grand tour of Nashville and all the cool places to hang. I’ve met a lot of her friends and they all seem pretty awesome. Other than that I have been sleeping SO much. I think I’m just in shock and I’m recovering from it by sleeping, getting up to poop and sleeping some more. I’m waiting for myself to come out. Hey little personality, where are you?? I just feel like some hermit that observes and only observes and if I do dare say anything it comes out in a tiny whisper and doesn’t even make sense. I’m fairly certain that anyone who has met me here thinks I’m mentally challenged.

I miss everyone from Charlotte. I wake up every morning to a falling heart as I realize where I am and that all of the dearest things to my heart lay 7 harsh hours away. I’ve turned into a pansy too. My Mom, I love her so much. I just want her to hug me and hold me and scratch my back while I weep. I call her everyday just so I can hear her voice and it makes me feel closer to home.

Also, Punch Drunk Love. I watch it every single night while I clutch my pillow to my body as if it were a person. As I slowly fall asleep to the awkwardness and the love, I feel happy.

This is held in a mixture of other feelings… Excitement, hope, dreams. I keep thinking to myself that now I can do anything that I want to do. I can be anyone I want to be. Nobody knows me here. No one cares. The possibilities are endless. I just have to get out of this clammy ghost that hovers inside of me.

awkwardsituationist: “not natasha,” a photographic essay on...

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:52:25 -0400

awkwardsituationist:

“not natasha,” a photographic essay on eastern european sex trafficked slaves by dana popa

(documentary, the real sex traffic; film, lilya 4-ever)

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Mon, 13 May 2013 19:15:52 -0400

Ryan won’t eat his cereal.

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:11:40 -0400

Ryan won’t eat his cereal.

Palmolive dishsoap. The green one. the smell of it distinctly...

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:38:28 -0400

Palmolive dishsoap. The green one. the smell of it distinctly reminds me of my grandmothers house. building indoor forts, getting spanked with a ping pong paddle, making cakes, sitting in grandma’s lap and playing with my cousins. it’ll come flooding back to my memory as soon as I smell that dish soap.

blankforblack: Egle Tvirbutaite is a Baroque Beauty for Elle...

Sat, 11 May 2013 02:39:18 -0400

blankforblack:

Egle Tvirbutaite is a Baroque Beauty for Elle Mexico December 2012 by Takahiro Ogawa

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Still Corners : Strange Pleasures —> Berlin...

Tue, 07 May 2013 12:04:25 -0400

Still Corners : Strange Pleasures —> Berlin Lovers

Buy Here

In my opinion, best album of the year so far. SO good.

Chimes & Bells : Kranen This whole album is gold....

Sat, 04 May 2013 02:38:45 -0400

Chimes & Bells : Kranen

This whole album is gold. beautiful shiny gold.