for your eyes only, love.

I had a really lovely post typed up on dip dye and tye-dye. But then my computer did funny things. Or maybe it’s WordPress. Either way, I’m too pissed to rewrite it. Maybe another day. But I did buy a nice dip dye tank, it’s lovely.

I finished The Sweet Far Thing, by Libba Bray. Oh, man. I cried a lot. And then I started crying about other things, because although we’ll see each other again, it won’t ever be completely the same. And now I’m crying again. Splendid. But the book. So, so good. And I know it’s one of those books that every girl my age has read, but somehow it’s different. It’s a lot better than the Twilight books, by far. I feel kind of stupid for liking it so much, because I’m supposed to. It’s been fed to me. But I also choose this.

“Be the change you want to see in the world.” - Mahatma Gandhi