T O U R I S T ♨ F A S H I O N

it often feels like having a nervous cat inside of me, waiting, if not impatiently, to know when and where to spring

i find myself wanting to throw myself into many situations, but the indecisive feeling stops me from doing much at all.

when younger, the idea of being a novelist or a writer of any kind of craft felt particularly empowering to me, and i cannot quite remember the last time i felt like i had written anything of volume or weight at all.

this gate falls over this gate is shallow this door is closed driving a concept through a door that has found itself sealed shut

trying and getting nowhere

it’s a joke.

i reach out and you wont take my hand

it’s a joke

when you say, all you have to do is ask for help

it’s a joke