no more talking, please.

like is it cool if people could just be quiet? i feel like they're all talking at me. or tell me something i don't know.

or cute boys who i just want to tell, "shhh. just smile."

pain killers. that's a funny term. the only thing that i've found to kill pain is plenty of time. or mj. other than that, the stuff popularly known as pain killers act more like pain maskers. they cover up the hurt for just a few minutes to hours. and usually something that would naturally keep a person physically happy is compromised via "side effects" anyway. i have no idea.

people talking all the time. guesses. assumptions. i can hear the useless buzzing, all of it, all around me. they have no idea.

q & i totally get each other these days.

celebrating the win q steez.

straw.

avec david on their play-date.
(they slap each other on the buns every so often. is that how it goes these days?)

take another picture.

all of her chess club awards.
she came out of her room walking around like this.