I dream in shades of wisteria but I make love to the dirt.
I'm a nineteen-year-old little West Coast eco-anarchist with summer freckles, red fingernails, and dreams of being a traveling bread-maker. I'm a member of the New Beat Generation and we're living in your redwoods and sleeping in your city parks, deconstructing your misguided ideas of property and identity. I'm Tinkerbell with tattoos. My chihuahua and I live as simply, naturally, communally, and cheaply as possible. Someday I'll have a small little farm in Ireland, and I'll knit with my own sheep's wool. In the meantime I play too many video games, read too many fashion magazines, devour too much Beat lit and historical fiction, bake too much bread, dream too often to traditional Irish music, and watch too many black-and-white French films and sci-fi and historical shows.
I write about my emotions, not always the events behind them, opening the tap, or the floodgates, depending--my vulnerable eyes are a dam. My entries are friends-only, but I'm always adding. Please comment this entry if you decide to be friends. Tell me something about yourself, maybe, something simple?
Note: If mental unhealth, girls with girlfriends, or spiritual experimentation make you severely uncomfortable, please don't add me.
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