23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
(fantastico! sono libero!)
today: shower (check). breakfast. NAILS (this is a priority!) (Boyfriend does) laundry, I go to CVS for trip stuff. lunch. campus: print relevant things (bus tickets etc.). pool? home: pack for Chicago! bed.
p.s. Maybe watch The Lovely Bones?
(Source: soul-frosts, via life-without-ed)
"Fantastico! Sono libero!"
Sharon Creech, Bloomability
This book was Ruth and my favorite for many years and our high school yearbook page together had this quote. Ruth I love you and I am so incredibly proud of you. You’re a rockstar, a genius, and most important a loving and kind person. Congratulations on graduating college!!!!!
We took the bus down to Paradiso, on the fringes of Lugano, and bought tickets for the funicolare, the little train which crept up the side of Mt. San Salvatore. We squeezed inside with throngs of tourists and stared out the windows as the funicolare climbed, climbed, climbed. Trees and bushes and rocks lined the route to the top. It was hard to get a sense of what was around you, beyond you. I kept thinking of all the times I’d watched the funicolare from my window across the valley. I’d watched it inch up the mountain like a red lizard, occasionally disappearing from view behind trees and then reappearing again, slipping in and out of the trees.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 This book is my heart.
Connectedness the world over - brief email from Friend D asking me where it was, again, that my choir sang in Prague three years ago? I was able to find the name by looking at dear Friend R’s photos and send the name along to him, so he can go visit the same cathedral and stave off loneliness. I am so lucky. I have such amazing people in my life.
I took this photo yesterday on a walk, it looks down upon the village I am staying in. Right now as I type I am in one of those little red-roofed buildings, in the kitchen, while my mother cooks dinner.
Swam in the sea today, salty and bouyant. Finished Bloomability for the zillionth time. Repacked some of my things. Ready for anything, it feels, one of which is my flight home. Tomorrow would have been Daddy’s birthday, and the 14th will open early with me on a plane from France to my home.
We know that everything is possible.
“If you can make it here,
You can make it … uh, here”
“everything is possible” I hope…doesn’t look like it today.
(via cream-and-stars)
