I love you October.

November 15th will be everything I dreamed of in a nutshell. New York, NY, I am coming for you. And there is nothing that is going to stop me from going. I have been ready for this moment my whole life. For so long I've dreamed of you. You've been every song and every lost moment I've ever had. Experiencing you for the first time is going to ruin me because I know that I won't want to leave. Oh New York, please be gentle with me. I won't know what to do when it all gets to much. You'll be moving so fast and I'll get overly excited. I'm gonna come up with a list of things to do while I'm there. and I will write it on here once I have everything down. 3 days won't be much but I will make the most of you, I promise. PS.

"But never have I been a blue calm sea. I have always been a storm."

I saw my first firefly today :)

Its humid and hot in Texas and I can't bike anywhere without getting net bugs all over my face and shirt.

If you see these tears fill in my eyes
It's just the wind that makes me cry
If you could feel this pain inside
It's from the drinks we drank last night

I've been emotional lately. It's the kind of emotion you hide so people don't see how you're feeling. and it isn't over major things revolving my life, it's more like tearing up over small casualties and feeling all of that inside of me and seeing it in everyone and playing out certain kinds of scenes in my head. It's hard to be tough when I have so much weakness in me. So i've been walking around with this fake ego and trying so hard not to crack. i'm just trying to be someone and maybe someone will actually find me normal. I can't believe that at 22 years old I'd act this way but I can't change who I am. I want to fast forward time, honestly I do. IDK because then I wouldn't want to miss out on the good stuff like, getting somewhere in Life. Do I want wrinkles just yet or saggy breasts and menopause and all the other things that come with getting old, because I can't get enough of hearing it from them. I'm scared.

The flower of the Alps told the seashell: “You’re shining”
The seashell told the sea: “You echo”
The sea told the boat: “You’re shuddering”
The boat told the fire: “You’re glowing brightly”
The fire told me: “I glow less brightly than her eyes”
The boat told me: “I shudder less than your heart does when she appears”
The sea told me: “I echo less than her name does in your love-making”
The seashell told me: “I shine less brightly than the phosphorus of desire in your hollow dream”
The flower of the Alps told me: “She’s beautiful”
I said: “She’s beautiful, so beautiful, she moves me

Ben Wysocki noticed my Instagram today. That is all.

I think the worst part of today was finding out Walgreens doesn't develop 35mm film instantly anymore. I'm losing all hope.