moody post-riot grrl jams from San Diego
Dream - a man I loved is now a woman. She is pregnant and will not hug me because her wife is there. We shake hands and I shatter.
Tagged #diary Posted on 18 April, 2014
Posted on 5 April, 2014
Posted on 23 March, 2014
Posted on 21 March, 2014Reblogged from maxsounds
palo santo - sacred wood
that Friday the bathroom window was open in the rain, and I could smell something burning, something distinct, but I couldn’t say what. Similar to cedar or sage, but unique. It was burning again on Saturday, at the art show, Sacred Geometry. I had never smelled it before that weekend. A 19 year old wearing a pearl ring, he looked like Jared Leto, flirted with me and told me what it was and Angella gave me a pair of rough cut quartz crystal earrings and plenty of red wine. Tony gave me a ticket to the sold out Angel Olsen show and David gave me a ride. The next day Cate made me breakfast and delicious coffee and Kristen made me dinner. All this and I was flat broke, asking for nothing and receiving pure abundance and rain.
Tagged #diary Posted on 15 March, 2014
Posted on 10 March, 2014Reblogged from thepulpzine
Posted on 5 March, 2014
Posted on 1 March, 2014Reblogged from crunchandclean
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