worthless pretty homes

i like this picture, it makes me think of justine. she calls me Clemintine. cause my orange sweater, and how much i love the movie. (eternal sunshine) so i call her Tangerine.

 

i want to write.

but for one reason or another…. i dont feel like typing out my thoughts right now. not entirely anyway.

i want to do something wonderful, and extreme.

i want to paint the town red, whatever that means.

 

and i have the biggest desire to see these guys live:

 

and  and and

 

i think i’ll go take a walk in the rain. alone. and just sit somewhere on that trail by that road. and disappear under those old train tracks.

but i just may end up doing what im dong. sitting in my uncleaned room, flailing around to finntroll.

 

no, i think i will take all the crap out of my suitcase, and pack. buy a bottle of red wine and grab the train first thing in the morning.

meet my suitcase>>>>   i have yet to name it.

now that sounds like a plan.

 

love.love