i could start musing about what a great daughter you are. that would be mostly true, but potentially dull. what amazes me is the beauty you pen on this little site that not nearly enough minds pay attention to. it inspires me. i have decided we will have a tofu turkey for the holidays. seems like what artistic moms would whip up. smooches.
I miss Kentucky in this quiet way. I don’t mention my longing for routine or quiet or green to anyone. I miss the subdued days and the lazier nights. Staying up late then was 11 PM and I drank maybe once a month. The biggest things for me were getting home and checking the mail. I drink more often…
whenever someone comments on how i dont look or act my age, i send you a silent thanks. you may have contributed to a wrinkle or two, but sharing music with you keeps me insanely joyous. i do get miffed when i remember that you have seen robert smith and i havent. then i remember the reason you are so cool is because im your mother. then the world turns again.
Most people I forget as soon as they leave my sight. You, I see…Always.
It’s amazing to me that I try to rationalize the choices you make. How you can hold up one against the other and not feel the thump of the fucking obvious as it pounds you in the forehead.
I told everybody I was late but I was hiding in the back
This beautiful creature…she belongs to me.
if someone were to hurt her..i wouldn’t threaten them with violence. i would just beat the crap out of them and be done with it.
Sometimes, people wear out their welcome in your heart.
