LOVELY WINNIPEG, LOVELY CANADIANS, LOVELY CANADA.

BETWEEN TWO FERNS: BRAD PITT

Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis: Brad Pitt from Zach Galifianakis

BLUNDSTONE

I had breakfast the other day and I noticed that about 15 of the 20 females who walked in the door were wearing the exact same pair of boots. Bf was all "They're Blundstone". They're what?!
They're the new Uggs! They're the new basic! They're the new new! They're on every girl walking around the city.

What is so great about these boots?! And why does every girl have them?! Have I missed this memo?! I'm so turned off by them, solely (hehe) because THEY ARE EVERYWHERE.

FKA Twigs x Google Glass

Ugh. She is just the raddest. She directed this bad boy too. So ya. I know. She's the jump off. Love her.

Sorry.

I keep saying I'm sorry when I have nothing to be sorry for
Ignoring the sorry's coming at me from all kinds of wars
My whole heart's at shore - trying to swim;
but I can't win, only sink, breath thin
Getting texts with a yellow faced grin
Yellow face but no face telling me how to feel
Cigarettes as meals
Whole world stands still
Trying to breathe, can't find my feet
While my best friend's in Houston running for her soul
Running for answers and sunshine, running for whole
-self, I can't help -
and that's the roughest
When your world's the toughest and you can't reach
Can't sleep, can't eat
Just sink - deep
Listening to music in crowded rooms
Hoping someone hears me soon
They're all talking, all dancing, all full
Off Thanksgiving meals and booze and I pull
Pull them near, pull them close
so the ghost
of yesterday isn't my today
because my today is right now
Show me how
oh please, show me how to swim
so the yellow face grin
is more recognizable, more true
more Botch, more me, more you
No more I'm sorry's, when they're phony, we need air
So we go outside for a cigarette and solitude
Guy hits on you and it's kinda rude
So we run back to the room of crowded faces
Such crowded places
But no yellow faces
So she sits, sits by the dj for her comfort spaces
Amazing how big this maze is
But it feels okay to be lost because lost isn't apologetic, lost isn't sorry
Lost isn't the end or phony, it's real time, to this feeling story
So breathe. Tread. Swim.
Dig. Deep. In.
Breathe. Tread. Swim.
Dig. Deep. Win.

LOST AND LOVED.

YOU GOTTA LOVE HARD.

Breathe, and love hard.

OH HI, HERE'S A SONG THAT SOUNDS GOOD AND HITS YA IN THE FEELS.

Gonna listen to this forever now, bye.

I DON'T WANNA WRITE.

I don't want to write.

I don't want to have to say the things about the things and the stuff and thing and then do it.

I just want to not and sleep and nap and cuddle and it's cold and why.

I don't want to get mean text messages or cry or be pregnant.

I want to be pregnant one day but not now because puppies are hard.

I don't want to file things or organize or yell at students.

I just want to smell my boyfriend and be happy and eat pizza.

I don't want to pay bills or people or things that's dumb.

I just want to buy expensive shit that looks good and feels good.

I don't want to be materialistic though and don't want to flex like I'm somebody.

I just want to be a nobody in the corner where it's dark to listen to rap.

I don't want my Texas pal to hurt or be alone.

I just want her to be held and hugged and loved and special.

I don't want to blog right now.

I just want to Netflix and I don't want to laundry but I am because you must try or you'll smell bad and don't do that.

Love,

Me

UGGGHHHH!!!

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING?! Save your city and please don't vote for this lady.

SAY YA BETTER BE READY CLOWN..

This is the kind of gritty I'm feeling right now. Happy Throwback Thursday. It's been awhile. Hope we're all well.