testify

It's true. They do.

Halfway to the beach it started raining. By that time I was committed though, and pretty much as soon as I thought to myself "I'm walking no matter what" I crested the hill and saw these glorious blue sky patches out by the ocean.

San Francisco will pull a number on you, if you let it.



There were so many cool things I can't post pictures of them all. I found myself actually thinking: wow that's so cool I can't even take a fucking picture of it. And then I found myself asking myself if there's a word for that?

Life.

Oh yeah. That.



I just want all of it, you know? If a boy loves me, and he paints. Then he should paint for me. The same way I'd sew for him, or make fried chicken. There'd be no one in the world I'd rather do it for.

Not exclusively, mind you. But as a nice diversion. Now and again. A testament.

Otherwise. Fuck 'im. Ya know?

Yeah, you know.

xo.