i am caught at the anxious point of a pre-natal summer and find myself getting... twitchy. Every little noise is making me jump, and I have become certain of figures behind me, which are regrettably gone every time I look around. Th
e thought has absorbed into my skin, and I am positive that there is a tick somewhere in my hair... it's just very good at hiding. nonsense, god dammit. this summer I have decided that I am going to try and make a new dress every day. I have digressed from having the stipulation of wearing every new outfit on the day of its production, it's just not possible. And i usually fuck something up so it's not immediately available. but you gots to keep those hands busy ya know?
I want my summer to look a whole lot like this.
and not so much like this.
I also would like to learn Morse code.
