Ok, ok, ok. I finally took a very blurry, outdoors-polaroid-camera-used-indoors picture of my wrist tattoo:
it's making a statement, and that statement is "i need a new digital camera asap"
The rain is evaporating off the concrete and drainpools, faster than it's evaporating from my pant legs. My clothes are defying basic meteorological laws. Right now I'm trying to both update and concept at the same time, and it's hard, so I'm going to stop. Remember when this journal was filled with angsty diatribes? That was pretty. That was a pretty time. I'm going to play in sentiments from now on, it's like a trampoline you can't get off. Wait, what.
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