What better occasion to conclude the latest (and largest!) nervous breakdown to date. I love you blog family, I'm fully over-timing on getting it together. Here's to the next 780 posts on FollowMeToNYC (though probably not consecutive...) Sponsored by your New York City cult collective. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I've missed you, you know. x ...
touch (exchange) what if i told spike heels to a glass floor. i struck bass in soprano zone. i gave you uninhibited permission to grab and scream and hate and yell and love AND. passion? for once i set you free. in a cliche vision of return. pain is not rebirth to me: bless a love perception. hold the value. liquid arithmetic. no time to stay close. remain within.
Since I was a little girl, I'm talking as far back as I can recall into single digits - I've been aware and in contact with angels. Everyone is, I think it's just a matter of how much time goes into thinking about it. I put a lot. Recently, after my angels completely delivered on the NYC package, I've been talking over many other components of my life with them. There's probably one other person I might be able to talk to about what needs to be...
Whilst dangling out of my 18th story window the other day in giddy delight during a much required sister visit, I noticed the New York City public library is down the street from me. THE NEW YORK CITY PUBLIC LIBARY IS DOWN THE STREET FROM ME BLOG TRIBE! Considering this page began barefoot in a Queensland farmhouse roughly 1,000 kilometers north of Sydney... it's quite spectacular, really. Furthermore, my walk to work each day involves me...