These are my favorite sorts of people: tragically uncomprehended fools, dreamers, introverts, bashful lovers, raindrop runners. The ones with rebel imagination and throughshine skin. The ones who don’t sleep at night. The ones who draw mermaids and wildflowers into notebooks soiled by handling. The ones who talk in archaisms. The ones who are gentle, secretive and endessly vulnerable who spend their lives escaping against themselves.
- a new camera (yeah, i probably shouldn’t have this on my list, i have a perfectly working camera, it just lacks video and i’m a camera-whore literally and i have all these plans and dreams and i need a camera with video to fulfill them! (way to justify the cause, girl!)
- hawaii this summer. which is happening so whatever.
- a tripod (how have i gone so long without one?)
- and a good zoom lens
and after this i think imma be eating ramen for 6 months.
Even though the day started off sad and depressing, I’m refocused on my path- I have fresh ideas. Sometimes sorrow just clears your mind of all the bad and leads to clarity.
But I’m thankful.
Sleep for the rest of this week. I just need a mental break.
I want my 42 minutes back.