Last Sunday was my birthday and it was awesome.
I'm tired because I stayed up until 3:30 last night....BUT IT WAS BECAUSE I BROKE MY WRITER'S BLOCK AND I WROTE 12 PAGES AND I'M REALLY PROUD OF MYSELF!
Yey. Das ist alles.
Sometimes, words fall out of me.There are certain things in life that I love. Always the little things, though, the whispered details.Sometimes, words fall out of me. by ~lotrluvr
Things like the glow I feel at the Gryphon Café, when I can realize that this place, among the artists and artisans, could be where I belong. Like the intricacy and freckles of people’s irises. The part of the song where my heart swells and my skin prickles and I know that I am alive. The dinginess of the laces and the rips in the rubber lining of my first pair of Chucks that mean they’ve been well-loved. There are things like the way I’ll drag myself through the week until whatever day just to see the next episode of whatever TV show my life revolves around now. The way I can know if it’s Mom or Dad who’s home first by the friendly clatter of keys and shoes that sounds like home. Things like swearing in German just because I can, and genuinely enjoying that one pair of socks for some vaguely nonexistent re