I want this. SO badly. →
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.– Eduardo Galeano
breakup letter, dramatic reading →
my first diary was pink with kittens
In the process of cleaning out my room, I stumbled upon some old diaries. I mean old diaries. Here’s a small taste: November 17, 1996 Dear Diary, Last night I was watching E.T., but I had to go to bed. So I will finish it later. I can’t watch it now because Rachael is watching 90210. I can’t watch 90210. :( …I lived a tragic life at age 7.
Wired and I’m tired, think I’ll sleep in my clothes on the floor, maybe this...– John Mayer (“Edge of Desire”)
Going up. Top floor. Pantyhose, illegal drugs, and cigarettes.– Joel Gion (DiG!)
I’ve wanted a tattoo since I was about 7 years old, but still don’t have one. I can’t decide on something that I want now, that I will still want in 10 years (let alone when I’m 60). The only image I keep coming back to is a tree. I love the way tree tattoos can look, specifically Japanese cherry trees. Maybe something along the lines of this (but smaller):