I am sitting in the coffee shop with Mickie and Emily and Elleanor and tons of other 20 something 30 something people drinking expensive drinks and going on their computers, while listening to something through their headphones. I think that coffee shops should be more for visiting and less for clicking buttons and feeling alone in a room of other people. Visiting is the best part of places like this. I am glad to be here with my roommates. I feel like I've known them a long time, even though I've only known them for a few weeks. I am apprehensive to let them know me. I am equally as eager to let them. Being "known" can feel like a punch in the gut or a glass of cold water before bed.
Things i've thought about this week:
My loved ones that are far away from me
the way that language can immediately bond you to people
is my walk cute? is it sexy? is it wretched?
Do other animals feel shallow envy?
Martha | I think about her a lot. I am very worried about her at the moment.
old crushes
new crushes
frustration when books aren't written the way I want them to be written
over ripe bananas
stubborn-ness
Catholocism
the way that humans have invaded the sky and that the birds alive today probably don't know how it used to be, when there weren't any planes up there.
wondering how to keep my spirit steady and willing
