courage, dear heart

it all began when i was the only girl who could not do the cup song.

At my core I need to shut the hell up and read a short novel that changes me forever

trying to remove the shame and let it go but it just keeps on coming like handkerchiefs out of a clown

going to hooters with horse blinders on and ordering a small cesar salad that i do not finish, i tip 200 dollars and kill myself in the parking lot with a katana

average kafka diary entry

It’s literally dark by 4pm. Do you think that’s good for me? Do you think I am loving that

iandjbannerman

me every time i take a sip of my cappuccino: do they know it's called cappuccino because the color is similar to the sackcloth worn by capuchin friars (cappuccini). do they know capuchin friars got their name from the hood (cappuccio) they wear. do they know cappuccino is a double diminutive as it comes from capo ('robe') + uccio = cappuccio ('hood' but literally 'little robe') + ino = cappuccino ('tiny hood' but literally 'tiny little robe'). do they know

most of the time everything sucks but when the sky is blanketed in dark blue-grey clouds after heavy raining and the sun starts to peek through the clouds so that the tops of trees glint pale green and every white structure is starkly, blindingly silhouetted against the sky i’m ok.

[id: a photo of trees beside a road through a field, in weather and lighting as described. /end id]