i have a strange suspicion that the more photos i take the less i can write
actually I can’t wear whatever I want since I want to wear a crop top but I can’t wear that 2 work
The world is a beautiful place today! I came home from a weekend in the wilderness and drank coffee in a bath perfumed by a beautiful soap! Beautiful soap is an investment into your personal mental health, I swear. The sign on the side of the road advertised a spot called “sew bee it” and the needless second play on words charmed me. We get to wear whatever we want! Is that not amazing! I dreamt last night I went to a party in the suburbs and they hired someone to dress up as a bouquet of lilacs for entertainment, and the costumed fellow kept throwing out giant lilacs. What a great dream. It isn’t even sunny today so I don’t know where this positivity is coming from but I’m almost positive it’s the soap.
I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
You just might not understand it yet. But it’s cool. Family is super cool. Going home to one girl every night is super cool. Just going home and getting on the floor and playing with your child is super cool. Not wearing a red leather jacket, and just looking like a dad and shit, is like super cool. Having someone that I can call Mom again. That shit is super cool.
When I woke up (from a dream about race tracks and jewels and surgeons) it was raining very hard. I almost gave my child-size umbrella to an older couple on my way to work but for some reason I stopped myself and felt guilty about it after. Maybe it wouldn’t have helped though, the drops were bouncing so violently off the street.The coffee this morning is good, my vision is so hazy that I can barely see, I just heard someone say the phrase “you’d recognize the colours" and it made me think of colours as friends or acquaintances…and if they were, my best friend would be green and when spring comes and it starts blooming out of the sky I would recognize it and rush over to say hello…