projected weather for the week: here and home.
I’ll be heading into a slightly colder state, but 40 still looks beautiful to me!
Every time I get drunk, I think about you.
I cant help myself.
Any movie that is ever brought up is somehow connected to my memory of you. As if you knew every movie that would present itself even if only referentially and made sure it played at least once, even if only briefly in our shared presence.
[that may be slightly ridiculous in thought…]
it’s probably hard to move on for several reasons, I’m sure part of it being my inability to get close to people I’m actually interested in, and when I do I’m fairly certain its rarely reciprocal. I’m genuinely trying to put myself at least out in the world more, out in a place where I can meet people who can fill in the gaps I feel lately. Why is it so hard to connect to people?
I’m an incredibly observational person. I’m a photographer, I’m constantly looking at little ways that things become connected, I people watch…and I’ve been noting all the people I pass on the street, each of us moving within our own sphere and trajectory. I sonder a lot, you could say.
Recently though, these observations have been twinged with a sadness or a smallness, because I pass these people and realize that there are a mass of individuals that exist in this world- some who have crossed my path at some point or another- that I was never meant to meet.
Of course this makes me wonder about those we do meet, and those people who catch our eyes and grip something within us to break that solidarity of our own personal spheres. It makes me wonder why I’m more likely to notice a particular type of person over and over again or who I’m most likely to continually make awkward eye contact with on the metro. Who are all of you who catch my eye? and will I ever catch yours?
- Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via 5000letters)
I missed that smell, this sort of experiential circumstance…which of course is even more special considering the weather out here in Chi.
Still waiting on the Earth to wake up though…
I’m an artist. I still dont understand the concept of wearing basic colors.
What is color? #artstudentproblems #allblackeverything
I was out with friends tonight and there was a cute guy at the bar, and me, being me, I couldn’t go talk to him.
I’m actually really upset about this.
Not about the guy per se, not because he was THAT attractive or special in anyway, but I’m realizing that I am very much not comfortable in my own skin. Even on the days I think I feel confident, more than likely, if it were to come to a situation in which I needed to break out of my comfort zone, I probably would struggle in severity to do so. I’m constantly doubting myself.
I’m an incredibly social person, with the inability to socialize.
How the hell do I have friends? I suppose that’s because I am a creature of circumstance, and I deal well with the situations I am thrown into and make friends, at the very least, temporarily with these situational people…and then I wonder why things aren’t as I’d hope or like for them to be.
I suppose it’s time I changed that.