i am just the kind of person.


god i wish i had written that down!
i need a mouse, that can write and understand english,
so then i can tell him all my ideas, and with his little
typewriter he can record them for me.

its much cooler than just buying fieldnotes, or a recorder.


the downside is that.. well i may never find such a clever mouse..
and his typewriter will be awfully small.

i love coffee, vanilla to be exact
i hate sundays, but mondays arent much better
i love when i stick my arms out and ride my bike, and just want to scream.
i love wishing that i was invisible, just enough to scream
i hate when my room is messy
i hate cleaning it
i love sunflowers,
and feeling a certain color each day.
but no one knows that every color for me means something,
orange is for feeling free,
red is so deep in melancholy, and the bittersweet, so very bittersweet throws of love and how to think and feel.
and purple is dreaming, and happy
and so on an so forth.
i love when it thunderstorms
i love when the sunshines
i hate when it just rains for days,
but love to play in it at night.
what storms are like in my sleepy little universe, and how i feel unstoppable.
no one could touch me, no one can protect me. and i like it that way.
i love sleepy white boy kitty
i love the cat returns,
i love more things than i hate
i love pictures of feet, and smoke curls,
and cursive writing, and more than anything,
just dreaming and dreaming.....

The Sylvia Plath effect is a term coined by psychologist James C. Kaufman in 2001 to refer to the phenomenon that creative writers are more susceptible to mental illness. Kaufman’s work demonstrated that female poets were more likely to suffer from mental illness than any other class of writers. This finding has been discussed in many international newspapers, including the New York Times. The finding is consistent with other psychological research studies.

• dill pickles (for fried dill pickles!) [i've been craving]
• lemonade & tazo green tea
• [hair] bleach

i have to write EVERYTHING down.

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they say you can never think anything that hasn't already been thought of,
well.. maybe that's true. but everyone knows the feeling,
of when this original thought comes to view, and it washes over you like a wave,
you want to live your life entirely enveloped by this jumble of connecting receptors,
it's original, because you've never heard the words forming this thought.
so what if someones dove deeper, flew around the idea more,
its beautiful because its you, and it's a connection to everyone who has ever thought what
you are currently.
besides, you're not alone.

girl with windblown hair,
pink flowers, soft with passion.
the intensity of m83,
mild spring sunrise,
when the sun finally starts adoring earth,
smooth with the curves of natures love.I cant
decide

I went on a bike ride yesterday,
pictures soon, when i get around to putting them up/

I'm still getting lost in my dreams again,
I gave a speech that I really meant, in a situation thats never really happened to me.

It makes me sad to see things untouched, and unopened.
Paintings, never painted? brushes never lathered? Its all very odd.
Even if you don't know your direction, its really fun getting there.