momentary revelations.

here's an interesting update: i've just slathered a second layer of Palmer's Natural Bronze on myself and i'm sitting here in the buff, waiting for my skin to absorb the lotion.

i don't understand half the things women do to beautify themselves. for whose sake? at whose expense?

i feel like i've stopped making sense a long time ago.



dreams are like butterflies that flit around you in a hypnotizing swirl of colors while you stand amidst it all, net in hand, not knowing which one to chase.

it's a bitch when you don't know what you're looking to find.