up.

all.
night.
("burning a peace pipe & inhaling a tree")


my body, c'est en mode petit chaton lately. très nocturnal. stretching that writing dollar keeps the ideas coming. as in, how do i make more doing what i like doing. all roads lead home.

make that day job the dream job.



there was like a girly funk chilling in me for a couple days.. was experiencing serious girly shit: makeup touch ups, mirror visits, plotting outfits / boys, listening to estelle, blahblahblah. while it was entertaining to observe myself go through the motions... what a waste of time.





tempura bananas & strawberries.
with whipped cream. and hot fudge.







smokey sabado.

tasteless assholes ruin another block.

fancy grindz. for real tho.

up. all. night. it's on repeat.