book stores

i don't know if it's the smell of books right off the press or the atmosphere of the store. ever since getting a new job at the mall in our town, i haven't been more drawn to a store. let alone books. i've recently become one of those bookworms, if that's what they are. but really, when on my lunch break i walk into weldon's bookstore, pick up a random book & curl up in the nearest open sofa. in addition, i'll clear my mind & gently press the book to my nose & smell what seems to me like heaven, then read.

nine days

life is changing as i know it.

call me by my name

it's exactly 2:15am here in northern arizona. i feel as if i've been on a 24 hour flight to nowhere. in other words i feel jet-lag. i've been dealing with insomina for the past month and a half! it's fucking non-sense! i've even popped niquil a few times to get a few hours rest. i miss my sleeping partner and the way he spoons and forks.

ducky you just made my day... thank you.

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