your adventure is showing...

today i was extra brave.
on the rocks.
like good scotch or bourbon or one of those other things my parents drink.
i didn't even have to wear an adventure cap, like this cat.
[although it would have been decidedly 100x more rad]
i mean, obviously the cat doesn't NEED the adventure cap
--------->look at its face!
it is full of special courage that most people only get from alcohol!
but this cat + i. 
oh this cat + I, yes, we don't NEED the adventure caps, but DAMN they are sexy + we look GOOD in them.
yes. we. do.
just take my word for it. 
or just look at that picture.
it says it all.
it great flowing prose.


but i was brave.
you know, brave for me + all.
maybe not in your terms.
but in my world, i did something SCARY + BIG + WONDERFUL + RISKY.
aka: i have finally chosen to start living my life instead of waiting for it to happen
[that was getting really boring + kind of terrifying + i may have been going a little mad]
so off i go on a great + terrible adventure w/ adventure caps + probably cats + most likely at least one dog + a fish + some people as well.
[if i'm really lucky it will also entail a roof over my head + warm blankets]


i am so excited + nervous + full of flutterings!
i've got all my fingers crossed + my eyes scrunched + am wishing on all the stars in the sky.
but mostly i am just going to wake up tomorrow + keep DOING the things that will get me where i want to go.


xo.

beating.beating.beating

trebuchet.
that's what this font is called.
it's obviously a brutal + siege.worthy font.
beware: it may sling a few heavy metaphors or, gods forbid, puns.
maybe not. 
who knows.


in this instance i am god + god is feeling a little ambiguous.
or not really, but god is not supposed to have those big emotions.
right?
that's what they told me.
but they told me a lot of bullshit.


do gods have emotions?
one would assume as much.
if i am in such a form, as is speculated, then i would assume they have some kind of feeling.


do they feel anything?
do they feel their heart beating?
do they feel me loving?
do they feel that gaze?


but if i am a god + i hold the power over my little kingdom of words + emotions.....
i want to say: 
i am going to keep loving you all the way that i do.
i don't really care if you want it or return it.


xo.

vulnerability:

can only last a few hours at that maximum. 

therefore remember an old axiom your mother ought to have taught you:
"if you have nothing nice to say,
say nothing at all."


xo.

this land.

i am a velociraptor.

at some point i discovered that it is much easier to be a velociraptor than a girl.

although, strangely enough, we seem to face similar challenges.

[pissings + territories + trustings + betrayals + favourites]

who would have guessed we had so much in common?

it's really quite the wonder.

i'm going to go make some dinosaur noises + gently claw something.

xo.

hatchling

good morning star.shine

---------------->the earth says "hello!"

caleb burton clark

10.11.11

11:19pm

8lbs. 2oz.

I'M AN AUNTY!!!

+ here is my amazing big sister, shandi, looking unbelievably beautiful + radiant holding her new little man!

doesn't she just look stunning? 

seriously: she is gorgeous. 

+ how handsome is he? 

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I TELL YOU.

as soon as i heard the news i instantly burst into tears.

i have never been so proud + excited + full of giant, crazy love!

my big sister is so brave + courageous + totally rad.

+ she does it w/ style.

i love her so much even if she is terribly far away + i am the world's worst correspondent

--------------->here is big love pouring down from up north!

CONGRATULATIONS SHANDI + BURT!

+ WELCOME TO THE WORLD SROUT!

I LOVE YOU TO TINY PEICES ALREADY!

first + foremost: freckled

once upon a time......


s: i wonder where freckles come from.
k: everybody knows freckles are just fairy ass marks.
s: what?
k: fairy. ass. marks. the fairies just poo'ed all over you when you were a baby + because they are magical poo's, they stuck to you as freckles.
s: that is horrible. i refuse to believe that. freckles are lovely. i like my freckles.
k: i like your freckles too. i like to kiss them. + find constellations in them. but they are fairy ass marks nonetheless. you cannot escape it.
s: i don't know. i feel very strange about this. i think maybe they are fairy kisses.
k: nope. this is why i call you "sarai poo" because you've been blessed by the fairy folk. it's really quite the compliment.
s: this is the worst conversation i have ever had.
k: i love you.
s: i love you too.


ah.
that little slippery seal struck again.
[circa 2000]


xo.

remember.remember

i often forget i have talked to someone.
or that i haven't talked to someone.
i forget what day of the week it is.
i forget names.
sometimes i forget how old i am.


i think memory is slippery
------->even when you're young


i imagine my memory like a tiny seal: 
darting in + out of rivulets of thought
spiraling down inlets + gliding along tides.
he is small + dark + bright eyed.


he is sometimes my friend + sometimes not.
+ sometimes he makes a fool of me.


but he is mine.
+ i am his.
we are a pair.


tomorrow we will try to work together. 
i have been promised nothing.
it will be a wild ride out to sea.
i am looking forward to it.


but for now i am happy:
i know my age + that having little rats get stuck in your shirt is a good way to get tickled, scratched, + nearly squish said rats.
+ no one wants squished rats.


xo.