dictionary.

i don't have a plan. i don't know how to define anything. i don't have an answer. (is it up to me to give you one, right?) that's all i got right now.

it's funny how people get caught up in the whole q&a of life. or moreso, other people's. it's all good.

i could have all the "security" in the world sourced from someone/thing other than me. what i want to know is, what happens if i tapped myself for all of that. grown woman shit.

here's the thing. no one (parents, elders, the authorities) tells you what's really up. it's just this definition or that limitation. i'd like to define things as i go. and even then, just when i think i know what it means, it changes. everything changes.

like plans.

alright vernacular. so this weekend was so random. i ended up meeting mia at 811 wilshire friday night for dinner. free-flowing hot sake. great view. then eagle rock music festival on saturday night. trip out. the intention was to see bambu. who would've thought that colorado blvd would be enough of a getaway from the city. i actually lost track of time. refreshing.


la sunsets. they're free.


811 wilshire. 21st floor.


thai bbq.


colorado blvd blur.




salsa playing at the garage.

oh right. every other girl was wearing a crocheted beanie/beret of some sort at the music fest. i always wonder how these kind hats stay on with the bangs & some intentional hair tressles chilling in front. it's an ironic look. the intention is bohemian, careless. yet the reality is that there's a lot of maintaining going on. forever re-adjusting and shit.