“Hibiscus” I said as we passed a business front with the flowers painted on, the letters HB printed large on the door. “That’s the name of the flower…”. it occurred to me that I was answering a mind-muddled question that had been attempted at least a week previously. I realized as I said the words, that no matter how observant or how much he was listening, the man next to me wouldn’t have remembered the conversation. I also was more than likely digging for the name of the flower, while perched atop a bicycle, mumbling into the wind. “He loves me, but not enough to read my mind,” I thought to myself. 

Balls Tumblr. I cannot use you to your true potential. I am sorry.

inertiatic:

Let us strip to the ankles and revel in everything sensual: let us laugh at the world as it looks at itself through mushroom-cloudy glasses. Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life,” whatever it is and wherever it happens to be. 

(via bendyourknees)

spencervideotape asked: Let me see a list of what you are taking to school.

pot, pan, big glass pot

spatula, knives, big set of silverwear

my personal mugs

old cups from my house

my bike and a little old desk

lots and lots of clothes and shoes

a badass magazine holder I found at trade and treasure

my printer

my bamboo steamer and my stereo 

a purple colander, a purple veggie peeler 

the quilt I made and 2 other favorite blankets

The Essential Rumi, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and Goodbye Chunky Rice

Pictures, paintings, and drawings

a hot water pot, an electric skillet, and my french press

and the really old metal kettle that was always on my great grandmother’s stove when I was little.