My babies died.
I burried them in the backyard, funeral included.

The End.

  Wow I suppose I just don't like the internet anymore.

This kitten lives with Sean, and likes to fuck with his stuff.
I like the cat though. We hang out sometimes.

Riverside, a while ago.
I still wish I could live in the reflections and I think I always will. They look so staticishly deliciously charming.

yo ho ho!

I have two pet fish, as of...about two weeks ago. I'll tell you their names if you ask, I promise you won't be 100% unimpressed.

...they are beautiful fish though, aren't they?
Yes,
because they are my little wal-mart born babies :).

This was warmth divided.

I never said I didnt.

Another riverside in frost.

Soon to come, 4-20 celebrations.

hahahahahaha.

           So! Any interesting things?

Weeks of them.

I think my camera is dirty.

Or maybe just my car.

Those are my dads hands. He makes things and fixes things. Like beds and tables and bikes.

Michael, again.

The facking cat!

A while ago I found these sunglasses. And I'm not really sure if they look good or bad or whatever. And I don't really care, either. I just like them.

"...for twenty years!"

We painted Seans room on Sunday. Dark green, and I decided that my imaginary kitchen will be turquoise.

And my hallway will be this color. ^

How strange.

Yes, very.

I pulled an act of goingawaywhereyoucannotseeorhearme.

I'm so very tired. There are so many photos I want to think.

I dyed my hair I suppose.

I touched.

There was kitty.

Michael.

Sometimes, shit just happens!

   The past few days have been happy. Like how life feels sometimes, and you know it's supposed to be like this all the time. Because it's unselfish, expansive, a landscape, a canvas.

I'm not really going anywhere special, doing anything special.

I haven't been seeing my friends lately.

Maybe I'm on hiatus.

But still alive.

The weight of sadness has to be lifted at some point, even if just for a moment.