Confession:

I may or may not be enthralled by

tiny houses

also this is maybe my favorite

Wednesday Nights

Maggots in the Microwave
Ants in the Honey
Fire in the Oven

Alice and Melissa in the Backyard
in the Baby Pool
Fully Clothed








"So, This is Life Apparently"

PFGCT

biking
friends
food/feasts/dumpsters/gardens
miles
Virginia
5am
Music
Sweat
Smiles
Prayers
Christian Anarchists
Catholic Workers
Post Petroleum Farms
Hippy Communes
Crunchy Punk Anarchists
Kitty Litter
Mountains
Hospitality
Provision
innertubes
naps
raps
ghost stories
jokes
hallelujah
friends
biking

6 days

12 days of solitude

Last day as a (fulltime) farm girl

was good but glad its over





special thanks to Liz, Clare, Adella, Molly, Hunter, and My Home Group for keeping me sane-ish

I'll (still) (probably) let you down

I'm allowed to make mistakes.
I'm allowed to fuck up.
I'm allowed to be a mess
and mean
and have people not forgive me

i'm allowed to loose contact
i'm allowed to wallow within myself and wonder why no one sees me for who I really am- absolutely great!!!!
I'm allowed to portray myself however I want and be something completely different.
I'm allowed to write off my defects as personality types, traits, disorders, traumas.







but then I would be stuck in a state of callow immaturity.
and most likely


alone.




Song: Brainy by The National
followed by
Paper Ships by Dead Man's Bones

it gets worse

more days pass as a farmer girl.
Clare joined in.she's my best friend.

Inked

These are the most beautiful tattoos I've seen. Makes me want to get

inked