Illusions of Granola

Deer, beds, art, knitting, rap, and sex.

Shit is so weird

And it feels weird. I was so upset last night and now that he’s in the hospital, I feel nothing. It’s upsetting but I’m not crying.

This medication put him into a catatonic state, after it made him able to cook eggs and bacon! Hahhaha:) mark can’t even butter his own toast but he was able to cook eggs and bacon. 

Okay, now I’m crying.

Kimya Dawson doesn’t help but sometimes sad music feels better. 

And I still have to go to work and I still have to figure out shit with Lewis and Clark.

If things could just pause for a minute, maybe my family could catch their breath. 

I want to party with my friends at Katie Palooza, I want to drunk text silly things to Jess while he’s gone, I want to drink Arnold Palmer’s all day at work, and I want my biggest stressor to be Lewis and Clark.

Shit happens and you have to deal with it but, could this not be one of them?

family

work

jess

family

family

work

jess

work

food

work

family

work

family

jess

Happy:) just super flooded with it. I feel like I’m glowing:3 lalalal

Here’s the secret: you have to accept it and hug what makes you happy. I got half of that down:)

My “fuck you Clackamas” outfit. Feeling cute:3

My “fuck you Clackamas” outfit. Feeling cute:3

Happy I’m me and not you, happy I am sweet and not cruel, happy I’m honest and not manipulative, but mostly I’m happy my legs are long and not stubby:)

He hates this but it’s so funny, I wanted it on tumblr too.

It’s kinda hard to put into words and whenever that happens it’s best to just vomit it up. People who have felt loss have so much beauty in them, that’s why old people just… are so graceful in how they handle situations. There’s a certain kind of grace that comes from losing someone close to you and there’s an undeniable beauty in how you try to conquer the pain, both in the triumphs and defeats. 

Everyone will be this type of beautiful. 

I’d pray for you but that’s a waste of energy so I’ll carry your heart in me (I’ll carry it in my heart)

I’ll roll with the punches; each one feels softer than the last. Keep them coming because I’ll blow you out of the fucking water, because you’re not going to know what hit you. I’m stronger than you give me credit for but, Life, you made me this way. You cannot break me.