round and round and round we go

Easter Sunday

thistles and weeds

the sun is humming

it's so hot. we're spending days in our pyjamas watching tv and eating cold fruits. i can't wait to see the snow.

a thousand thoughts run through my mind
a thousand words that i don't need

today i woke up with chipped nailpolish on my fingernails and the smell of rain in my room. all i want to do is sleep all day with the taste of fresh air around me but the devotion of my time to inking down all my knowledge is a necessity at this moment in time. the aching of my fingers is only rewarded by the constant self reminder that soon enough, it will all be over.

do you notice my fringe? it's both too short and noticably crooked. she fucked up.