‘got my vices in a vice again’

i collage’d my face yesterday because sc was/maybe still is under a state of emergency due to all the weather and flooding (i don’t actually know; i stayed in bed all weekend) and i had writer’s block but also allergies so why the hell not? (there are fifteen pictures of me in this one photo alone)

“you’re running like you’re being chased. you’re not running like you want to cross the finish line first.”

whenever life gets hard – and my best friend will not let me gone girl myself, ugh – i come back to this scene from season two of scandal. it’s got its quirks and faults and it’s on my list of shows i should probably catch up on, but the show has its very poignant moments. so i’m going to stop running like i’m being chased – or, well, like i’m being pushed.

if there is one person to which i attribute why i write/why i still write it’s nikki reed. this spans all the way back to me being a fourteen year old making my mom watch thirteen with me. she does a recurring column with elle magazine and it’s always a pleasure for me to read.



  • at a snail’s pace, i’ve been filling up my moleskin but it’s the only story that’s held my attention for this long. the muse is pretty loud.
  • when you have to distance yourself from something you actually really like to the point that your pavlovian response is abivalence or even negative and you have to be like “whoa, no, you don’t think [the thing] is gross.” yeah.
  • i’ve forgotten how to pack to fly. i’m generally a driver – i-95 is kind of home – or i take amtrak. but 25 is special and i’m confused about this whole deal with lotion and how much i can or cannot have in my suitcase.
  • oh my. that means i’m almost old enough to rent a car. dunno why that’s exciting to me. but it is!
  • “double bubble disco queen / headed to the guillotine
    skin as cool as steve mcqueen / let me be your killer king”
    – victorious | panic! at the disco x.