vanilla raindrops

email: noreia@planet-save.com.

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United States, California, sometimes Steiermark, Austria, something bored teenagers say when they speak useless words into brick walls of cotton candy, English, German, Noreia,creative writing, fiction, reading, college student, strange, cat power, mogwai, arap strap, dresden dolls, white oleander, the earth, my butt, and other big, round things, welcome to the dollhouse, fuckers.

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

I'm here. I still exist. (To the two of you who asked. :) ) I just have no idea how to express anything in words now. I guess I used to hide in descriptive vagueness, and I no longer want to do that but I don't know exactly how to start.

Omi's here. (My grandmother from Austria.) She walks around a lot. We'll go somewhere all the way across town and she'll get out of the car and walk back.

I'm reading a book by Brother Lawrence. The plants on my window are growing. Most of them I found lying around, looking dead or smashed, and stuck them in water, and they grew roots. I'm also weeding through the things in my room, getting rid of a lot, painting things newly.

Life, overall, is quiet and one-day-at-a-time, which I like. I wish I knew how to explain the change inside, the sigh of relief and rest.

"Peace, be still." I'm in his hands.

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