by aconnotation

i like the way that the strings of silk on the bottom of my curtains look right now. it’s gray outside. the typical kind of new england gray that i miss with a fervor. los angeles has been growing on me, but my heart still belongs to the east coast. well, i think my heart really belongs to various parts of the world, but the core is still in massachusetts.

i painted my nails a strange mustardy-gold.  they match the weird 70’s sofa i have in my apartment. my teeth are aching. i have florence and the machine and gotye on repeat. and i should make it a goal to actually write on here everyday. i have commitment issues.