Watching entire seasons of TV shows in one sitting, drag, drugs, blonde hair, yoga, gin cocktails, Trader Joe's, the occasional Marlboro 27, Julia Child, soy lattes, New Girl, female folk singers, tacos, literary non-fiction, Pam Poovey, one-minute dance parties to 90s r&b, food photography, and oxford commas.
lissie | they all want you
lately i’ve been dreaming about a road trip with no destination. in these dreams, i’m alone under a purple sky driving someplace with a long, flat horizon. there aren’t any trees, nothing to look at but the near-indistinguishable line separating earth from heaven and a smattering of stars. i can’t see anything out past the flood of my brights, and i’m okay with that.
i know what the dream means; i’ve had fantasies of running away since i was a kid. children learn from example, you know. one day my dad, a longline fisherman who spent weeks at a time on the ocean, left for work and never came back. you’d think the gash that put in my psyche would root me firmly to the ground — and to the people i love — but instead it buried a little idea deep inside me: you can always leave. there’s nothing so wonderful that you can’t leave it behind. you can always be free, it’s just a matter of sealing off one life to start living another.
you can always be free, you just have to know that you can’t ever come back.
Lissie | “When I’m Alone (Live)
Sweet Dee appreciation post, part 1
had to change my ‘about me’ to say that i’m 24… bummer, dude.