“we came from light. we came from love.”
messing around with photoshop again. i need a new tablet. my wacom is so old.
i realized something really funny about a shirt i purchased a couple years ago from my friend and owner of lovemarshill, kelly.
before: “YOU MANEUVER LIKE A CORNERED DOG.”
after: “YOU MANEUVER LIKE A CORN DOG.”
yesterday, i had so much fun outside. i flew a kite for the first time in i don’t know how long. walked around downtown columbus to get to know the city and saw a beautiful sunset before the big thunderstorm last night. i want more days like this.
i know i’m probably the only one who finds this funny. in order to take my cat to the vet, we have to give him pet safe valium because he’ll freak out (aka he’s red-listed for attacking vet staff during appointments). instead of sedating him temporarily, the valium is making him wired. he’s jumping up in the air and licking sheets of my homework paper. what an oddball…
in the realm of slumber, you find yourself alone in a blanketed space. the body’s call for accessory resounds so faint, and often ignored, even though the other body next to you is pumping a similar, slowing rhythm whether the warmth of their body or breath is present. your eyes no longer fixate and you dilate into the realization of “you sleep alone, you die alone.” in rested peace without extra pieces in your rapid eye movement, you can dream. you reach or retreat into that space for temporary paralysis of the body in its temporary rendundance, for your mind controls the movements.
give up control: perception.
struggle for control: nightmare.
off to “perceive.”
as of late, i have become increasingly annoyed by angry hip hop. okay, we get it. you make more money than you know what to do with, you get with all the mad bitches, and whatever else comes with your ungodly contracts. so why are you angry? you say “more money, more problems?” well, i just suggest you hand some of that money out to me if it makes you so upset. i won’t even be mad.
“everything is illuminated.”
a few people i’d like to rejoice about:
1. We’ve crossed paths at totally different points in our lives over the years. Although I always thought you were an intriguing woman with much to express, I find you more appealing, approachable, and beautiful now that you’re a mother. I love to glance over your blog about your life, your relationship with your daughter, and what is important to you. You don’t need me to tell you this, but you are such an inspiring person. Your daughter is so lucky to have such a strong, informed, and “bad”ass mom.
2. I have so much respect for you. You work hard, you have the biggest heart, you are the funnest person I’ve had the pleasure of being around, and you are constantly progressing in your passions. Even though our schedules keep us from seeing each other as much as we’d like, I think about you everyday. I feel so fortunate to have someone so incredibly parallel to myself in so many aspects. We even finish each others thoughts and sentences. When I was an awkward, little girl wishing for a best friend, I always imagined she’d be like you. You are my soul sister and someone I’ll forever be thankful to have in my life.
3. You came into my life at such a pivotal point. I know I’m a tough person to get along with sometimes, but you are so patient and loving. Our understanding of each other grows endlessly in my opinion. I love that you aren’t afraid to tell me when I’m being a bit irrational or negative. You inspire me to think more and aim higher. I’ve never had a counterpart that isn’t afraid to show emotion without shame; you do that with ease. Your depth and honesty is something I admire most of all. I don’t care who you were in the past; the person I see now is so full of potential and love. When your dad said, “You’ve really got something there…Don’t let this one pass you by” I could only think the same about you.
4. Although I know it may creep you guys out if I got all “lovey dovey,” I am so grateful for how much you’ve helped with current transitions. You both are true friends. You’ve always been good to Justin and myself. So…thank you. I’ll never forget it.
…so my friend and i decided to make a HUGE totoro to paste somewhere around indianapolis. hopefully…it stops raining soon, so we can find a prime location.
one thing i never understand about my cat, otis: he always sits on things that i’m working on. it could be a book i’m reading, a painting i’m working on, my laptop. he can sit ANYWHERE he pleases, but no. little shit.
i met justin’s parents. justin told his dad that i’m native american. he surprised me with this badass mini statue.
random things from my new sketchbook
whatever, stomach. do your worst. you can wake me up at 4:45 am, but you’re not stopping me from eating my last piece of valentine’s day candy now that i’m already up.
i’m sure i’m the millionth person to say it, but i am truly disappointed in john galliano. love for hitler? apparently, galliano didn’t get the memo on how that monster treated gay people. another prime lesson of you can’t go around saying whatever you want because you’re famous.