little dove

i really do come and go but this space has been one of my safe spaces for so many years now like soooo many years there’s so much gorgeous brutal history here and i’m very proud of it and i’ll always come back and i’ll always write. writing forever nonsensical run-on sentences forever nostalgia forever appreciating the present moment forever

cold plums eaten in the bath, reading michael Connelly, watching hacks, watermelon body oil, rubbing lotion on his back, massaging his feet, strawberry short cake kit kats, putting all of my laundry away, dancing in a big studio again

moving slowly today. listening listening listening. walking slow ! letting myself walk slow

everything is happening here. u gotta keep your eyes open

idk man sometimes oftentimes lately i just wanna be carrying his fuckin baby. wanna hold her in my arms while he kisses my neck. anyways

bubbles in the bath, spiderwebs, cranberry juice over ice with a straw, hot pizza box on my lap, making out on the plane, wind blowing the leaves, perfume under my collarbones, the birds in the backward, his car pulling up

i could make it like this forever. different, but like this, forever. that’s a power i hold deeply

thinking so much about Desire lately. what i desire, what that looks like, what that voice sounds like in me, how it makes me feel when i can see it all over someone else - the listening. its explosive and tantalizing and so sweet. enlivening my own desires into actions and words is everything to me right now, its driving everything

what i am always needing is the feeling, the inhabiting, the intoxicating, the deep grooves i return to over and over, the full embodiment, the way past and future memory can dissolve everything else, the way the present takes distinct shape right in front of my eyes, crystallizes into sensation and scent and image. that’s what i am always thinking about

every night - don’t we dream?

some days i’m just like - you know how lucky i am to be myself? i would never wanna be anyone else. i could live inside of myself forever and ever just exploring, untying, examining, seeking, tinkering, remembering, dreaming……..all the details that are just for me and only me. i love my choices, i love my intuition, i love my unyielding trust, i love my awe. i’m honored to be myself

well there is always singing, and laughing, and moving, and scribbling, and stickers, and writing, and walking, and jumping. and giggling. and eavesdropping. and dancing. yeah! there’s always all that