the habit of being

The Girl, having the bluest of blue eyes and hair as dark as the lungs of a life-long smoker, was quite often described as an ‘exotic beauty’. Her face was quite angular, as were her hips and most of the rest of her, and on many occations (upon staring at herself in the looking glass for much too long a time) she found herself wishing she were a ‘domestic face-in-the-crowd’. On this particular day, however, she felt like Aphrodite Incarnate and smiled at the men passing by with the come-hither look of an underworked prostitute.

I saw her on my way to work that morning. She looked no older than thirteen and from God only knows where. I wondered when she’d last eaten.

Beautiful? I suppose, but so strange looking.. like no one I’d seen before. (That hair!

No one should be allowed hair like that - so straight and so dark - so black it seems blue or purple in certain light. It’s unnatural yet so real.. CERTAINLY wasted on that little waif!

What I wouldn’t do for such hair. Surely Henry would die. He would just DIE if I walked in sporting such raven-like locks. Henry would die and a symphony would play in the background. People would toss flowers and sigh involuntarily. Quite the entrance it would be.)

One man did mistake her for a sex worker. She simply grinned and walked away from him. (Silly fellow.)

{{ From the Easter bunny, I got goldfish crackers and little brown hair clips and altoids and mascara, among other things.

I need to change my clock for Daylight Savings Time. I smell like cucumber body wash and I need to cut my fingernails. My ceiling fan is on and both windows are open. It’s quite comfortable in here. Franny just jumped off the top of my monitor. I haven’t eaten a single Cadbury cream egg this year. (and so things are at present) The Plan is still uncertain. I need a unicorn. }}

please, you, make a blanket of a million blue-brown moths and let it cover me for centuries until endness finally gets here and things quit going in circles

please, you, wrap me up and take me along

{{ (suddenly I’m being hugged by teachers and congratulated frequently and one guy told one other guy that I am strange) lately I’m so calm.. Content maybe.. it’s different . I feel like I’ll be able to really do something soon, though not soon enough. I’m temperarily disconnected only externally. I’m sleeping with a huge stuffed duck. (Beats an inflatable man). fuck you and your damn FEELINGS, she yelled at me. she really went down on me. no one’d spoken to me that harshly in my entire life. }}

My most honored and significant! What terrible things you say while you boil!

Red toes and a foul foul mouth do not the best dinner make.

Melly is coming! would you HURRY?!

go under- things will speed up. go under go under go under damn you.