i amsterdam
Hanging out in Amsterdam. Spent today and yesterday just wandering, getting super lost, but eventually finding me and other vaguely familiar things. Anycase, it’s been a great three weeks in europe. Falling in love, deeper and deeper, living perfectly imperfect.
Just catching up on all the silly shows I watch at the moment, like Community and Parks and Rec.
Queen’s Day this weekend, then to Paris where I’m going to find Chipotle because it’s apparently there now, then back to Nantes, then to Vienna and Prague and eastern europe. Finally, back home.
It’s funny how used to someone you can become. Sleeping alone already feels weird.
I miss you.
automatic static
why aren’t we emotionally available
we are, just not to women
Three more asian days.
mornings remind me of you
These autumnal days resurrect me in the proper way and all I want to do is sit inside of it, breathe, and close my eyes for days and years, wake up in a new world that was always here.
Molly Gaudry‘s The Lit Pub is back! Click the link and browse around. There are even a few [five] posts by me about my favorite books, which can be found at the click.
Meant to be doing some reviewing, some reading, but all I want is to expand beyond my body and float into the sky, be a cloud.
And then because she’s my favorite ballerina and I love me some Prokofiev:
