awe-gust

this is still one of my favorite apartment buildings in Seattle. the saucy tail angle! the defiant glare! the paw-tendrils! 

random Capitol Hill garbage: a fucked-up espresso machine and ohm graffiti. 

fuck-you plants near Interlaken. 

the unmolested perfection of this makes my compulsive soul sing. 

it's blissful to be able to hold fistfuls of sugar and give my seven-year-old self a utopian idea of what adulthood is like, but I didn't eat a single one. god, when I was a kid I would steal entire layers at a time from the boxes in the break rooms of my parents' work! I was a spastic child. now I'm boring and I put them in a jar. 

it has been a hot and luscious summer. 

only minor liberties were taken with last night's sunset. 

just now. I like this because her eye kinda lines up with my eye and it looks like I have severe strabismus. I'm gonna call this "Toxic Avenger 2014", baby. 

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i love having people in my life I can vent to, who provide no-nonsense reality checks. not endlessly putting up with bullshit is still a relatively new concept for me. so I'm in a far better mood on this beautiful sunny morning than I would be otherwise. how fucking easy and delightful life is! 

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"I'm not even playing my guitar anymore. I start the second verse again: 'another night passes by and still you wonder what happened...,' then nothing. the bassist yells out something. I turn my head toward him, my hands killing me, and the bassist urges 'you give the world one more try' and I'm saying 'what?' and the bassist calls out 'you give the world one more try' and I'm saying 'what?' and the bassist yells 'you give the world one more try- Jesus' and I'm thinking to myself why in the hell would I sing this and then who the fuck wrote this piece of shit and I motion for the band to go into the chorus and we finish the song okay and there's no encore."

-Bret Easton Ellis