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I'm sitting inside this same familiar shop, ladies chirping about nothing more than bird shit and coffee aromas steadily making their way into my nose. Will my whole life be a constant struggle with my pen and a blank piece of paper waiting to be filled in to look something like a map to somewhere more exciting than here? My mouth hasn't been able to utter the words I need to spew out the most, I'm only living comfortably but I want to give it all up and I can't do that unless I tell you so.

There is this nagging, heart stinging awareness inside of me that has just budded and can hardly be ignored. I'm afraid, though, if I forget about it for a day the sun wont reach it and the leaves of truth inside myself will slowly start to wilt. The world is a new place for me, I'm disgustingly privileged to be able to sit here and reflect on it. My soul is poor and lost but your bellies are empty and crying out for the love and fullness offered from this intangible source. Maybe we're in a similar boat, it's shitty for me to think that way. I can't live like this anymore, I can't live a life that fulfills all of my physical needs and than leaves my soul twisted and empty. The only solution I see is to give up all of my comfortability and start nourishing my fucked up insides and live with the least, what does multiple coats and multiple dollars and eight pieces of bread do if theyre tucked away in dark cubbards and closed accounts. Nothing, absolutely nothing if everyone can't have a piece of it. I need to get rid of it all.

hellll yeah

A bobbin for your thoughts

I started off my morning two days ago with whiskey and coffee sitting around with a few of my favorite people before I went into work, if only I had dollars right now to have a little whiskey in my cawf on hand every morning.  These days this week make sense, my brain threads arent tangled up in anxiety or fear or boys and are focusing on Jay Reatard and Owen and travels and nice fabric and books/words that send my threads up and outward. 

^^^^^

(on a side note)

These are beautiful and I love them so much.

I did this!

                                                                                  

<-- -Tough 80's leather jacket amongst a slew of pretty, pretty vintage dresses is quite a nice contrast.  This jacket just came in to Etoile a few days ago...i absolutely love it.

<---Scrap fabric and a shoddy looking headband            :)

 
vvvvv I am eternally grateful to Katie for teaching me how to thread a sewing machine, I see no reason to ever buy anything more than fabric and thread for the rest of my days.  This is the very, very first piece of clothing I've made using a piece of scraggly fabric.  I feel inspired to thread that sewing machine silly and keep on pumping out pieces.  If anyone needs there clothes altered get at me, I'd love the practice!