Third page of my journal. (Taken with instagram)

So so tired, and about to get a lot more tired, but so so good. Bluebirds singing in my ear pretty much is how I feel.

He’s gonna hate me for this picture.
Last night was one of the most perfect nights. Probably one of my favorites since our sweet little first dates. I think I got the last man of this kind around, and I think I’m gonna hold on tight.

May twenty-seventh.

Tonight I’m covering my boyfriend’s closing shift because he’s throwing up (poor thing,) coming home and sleeping maybe 3 hours, and then going back and working my opening shift at 4 am. Pretty exciting!

You feel like home. (Taken with instagram)

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I’m obviously only dating Seth for his massive amounts of coinage. The dashing good looks set aside… (Taken with instagram)

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May twenty-sixth.

I need you like I need the rain, in the same places and in the same way. The way it lifts my spirits up, how it holds me and only ever kindly wakes me up.

I need you like I need orange juice to keep me optimistic, and the way I need my watch to remind me that this ground really is intrinsic.

I need you like socks when I am sleeping, and like I need coffee when the alarm is beeping.

I need you like a good bit of Russian literature, and like I need lemon drops and closure.

May twenty-fifth.

I’ve been writing & drawing a lot lot lot lately, but I woke up today with a void that only my camera can feel. Might be time to bring the film back into action. I think it just might be. It’s been far too long.

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