first big west coast show Friday.
Haven’t pooped since Wednesday.
Pretty healthy pre-show jitters.
Feeling great about life.
Yay!
Not.

Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.
Ray Bradbury (via purplebuddhaproject)

Woke up early and slowly sauntered to the bus stop
stopping every few steps to take pause and marvel at how outta control the floral game is on my street!!


Some of my friends back east have accused me of “drinking the west coast kool-aid” when I tell them woodland creatures have emerged from my yard while I was heading out for the bus stop in the morning.

But hazahhh!! Tonight, I was taking footage after the storm and I caught the neighborhood raccoons out for a post-shower stroll!
Proof I’m not insane!

Also, there is a deer-looking dog and a skunk in the neighborhood. No, that is not a euphemism for pot
in this instance.

Yes, it’s a city but it’s also wonderland.

non-existent-man:

Christopher Ulrich - “Humility”

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Accidentally dyed my hair white last night and thought by some strange act of god, if I closed my eyes and slept on it, I might wake up in the morning with the color I actually wanted.

I have since learned wishful thinking does nothing for hair hues and that PERHAPS I should seek professional guidance in the future when it comes to matters of the hair.

»> But you and I both know I’m far to stubborn and crafty to believe I can’t handle this.
I’ll just keep doing my thing as an untrained/over zealous “hairstylist” until I require a wig.

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Anonymous asked:
I have the biggest fucking crush on you. Everything about you is magical. Ok, the end.

😍 Ha! You’re crazy.

Just hang around me long enough and that tune will change. I’m aloof, relate everything to prehistoric bits, and am frightfully independent.

Not exactly dreamboat material for everybody, I’ve come to learn.


But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
Aldous Huxley   (via thatkindofwoman)