The view provokes a whole slew of memories. Piña coladas swimming in rum. Wild striped beach cats. Sand like velvet grains seeping through our toes, and our sleepy sleepy eyes, determined to watch the sun rise.
3.8.18 | Daily Art
Roses, sunflowers, peonies, tulips! The flowers are blooming (much to my allergies’ dismay). Smattering of blossoms, confetti of pollen, awakening from winter–
I really do love Spring, if it just weren’t for the sudden eruption of itchy eyes and runny noses. Otherwise, I welcome the sunshine and flowers and clean blue skies, breezy clichés of perfect picnic weather.
What’s your favorite season?
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I feel simultaneously restless and tired. Like a bird that likes flapping her wings, but every time she flaps too far, she flaps right back.
And we’re all little birds, flying and flapping and flapping and flying.
Soon, many of these other little birds will be flapping their wings to God-knows-where. They’ll be too spread out for it to even matter.
I don’t see the point of flying somewhere strange, towards some foggy lull of a dream.
3.1.18 | Daily Art
Did you know that fish can become depressed? We often relegate fish to the bottom of the mood-humanity scale, chucking them as the in-between of insects and sentient creatures. But fish do have moods. And you can tell based on where, in a tank, they’re swimming.
Picture a half-mark line in a tank. If the fishies are swimming above the line, swerving in and out, and seeming active, they’re likely happy. But if they’re always hovering near the bottom of a tank, they might just be depressed.
2.25.18 | Daily Art
Saturday night shenanigans. It’s only our third weekend out (third? maybe fourth), the three of us, but maybe we could make a habit out of this. Dinner, then drinks, and smattering of randomness in between.
We’re talking silly random shit over cards. I’m sipping my Taro boba (this Taro, I told them, gives me life).
“You remind me of a cat,” my friend said, “just the way you act sometimes.”
My other friend chimed in in agreement.
I looked up, then did the human equivalent of purring in pleasure. I can’t tell you how flattering it is to be compared to cats.
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The background reminds me of one large watery bruise.
got bruises on my knees for you, got grass stains on my knees for you, got holes in my new jeans for you, got pink and black and blue