hey cool. i’m going to Belfast tomorrow.

sweet. 

tomorrow at 12 pm i leave for a 3 1/2 week roadtrip across the Northeast and then catch a flight to the UK for another 3 1/2 weeks.

i am thrumming with excitement.

needless to say, i will be on tumblr very few and far between. 

au revoir…ish. :3

what if it doesn’t matter what you look like? what if there is far more out there than the clearness of your skin and the amount your collarbones show. what if the beauty you sought after was the beauty of the amorphous and ethereal and unseen breath that lives in each rib cage and skeletal system. 
what if the enchantment we looked for was found in soil and hydrogen and oxygen compounds and giant, granite mammoths looming on the horizon.

what if you stopped comparing yourself. stop comparing yourself. stop comparing. stop. 

stop focusing on ephemerality. that’s all we are. stop focusing on how much you chew and what right words you say. stop focusing on the cut of your jeans and the pairs of other-gender eyes upon you. stop. 

i have a feeling. 
a deep, inside the veins feeling, that if you stopped focusing on the physical and focused more on the Infinite—those things that seem so important, so stress inducing, so all-encompassing—wouldn’t matter. and then, just maybe, those very things would naturally and harmoniously and rhythmically come to you. 
  what if.

it’s been a year.

i am still terrified of the smiling family in the movie Insidious. 

i still check the corners of rooms.

AAAAH.