Sometimes I feel like an alien who doesn't really belong, even now at 24 years old with supposed "wisdom" and maybe even a little bit of "real world experience."
However sometimes, sometimes I am proud of just how ridiculous I have become, preparing to go to work on a scooter in cowboy boots and bright blue tights.
Sometimes theres not a bit of shame, and in those moments, I miss Mary and the saturated grandeur of Hunter Street and our third floor studio.
Ink in our mouths, grinning.
However sometimes, sometimes I am proud of just how ridiculous I have become, preparing to go to work on a scooter in cowboy boots and bright blue tights.
Sometimes theres not a bit of shame, and in those moments, I miss Mary and the saturated grandeur of Hunter Street and our third floor studio.
Ink in our mouths, grinning.
2 comments:
Ink in ones mouth is a sign of mania.
oh what a day,
inklips for everyone.
i miss you jackie.
i'll send you a picture of my latest wardrobe update.
you'll love it.
ooooh,
i've lost my mind.
i can hardly wait to see you.
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