another new month, another old and withered and gone. i cannot believe we currently stand on the beginnings of april. i cannot believe it has almost been an entire year…
the words best used to describe currently: warm, cuddly, pile of love. veins high on nothing, simply life and the very routine of couch sitting and day dreaming testing daily…
everything just is instead of just isn’t my heart is sighing happiness the day after a storm — is damp and fresh in my lungs and the mountains seem infinite,…
i can’t stop cooking like… it’s all i did today. (and yesterday and the day before…!) literally. i’ve just sat down for the first time. so, if you’ll excuse me……
under the blanket of warmth laid by sun i walked the forrest with vague anxieties a foreboding before the passing of knowledge i did not play the role of alice…
yesterday i made a dancing hoop it’s like a hula hoop but it’s not a hula hoop you dance with a hoop it’s awesome my whole body hurts (you can…
much love, zoe
early september feels warms and looks grey life here drags me between balance and disquieting uncertainty (what am i doing?) i am wound so tightly — the layers are heavy…
dear john mayer: 2001 brought you onto the radio and consequently into my life i remember when that one song, about you running around halls of your high school open…