when given the option, say yes.

people constantly impress me. I am thrilled and amazed by their salty layers, their carefully divulged anecdotes, the adjectives they use, the way their mouths move. i love finding out new things, things I am now entrusted to hold sacred, things that make them so infinitely more adored and complex and colorful.

I wonder why we don't share everything sooner, more unblinkingly. I am aware that I default on the side of Mortifying Oversharing; there is not a single fucking fact about me that someone, somewhere, doesn't know about. does one person know everything? of course not. but the array of humans I've held dear over the course of my life? if they were pureed en masse into a gnarly honesty-pulp, EVERYTHING would be revealed.

today was warm, bare skin slick when I uncrossed my legs. this has been a shockingly good summer. I'm still reeling from my good fortune.

I was at the locks for a while today, one of my happy places (with non-hostile grass). I've been reading "angel", Denis Johnson. it's fucking brilliant, but not exactly an escapist knee-slapper. I had that revelation today: totally content, sprawled on soft grass on an 84 degree day, watching people dote on their dogs and consult maps and converse in other languages... reading about thieving and drug addiction and rape. in a bright September Seattle sunbeam.

"they needed to share one secret after another with a beautiful woman, to peel away layer after layer, mask after mask, and still find themselves worshipped." Denis Johnson

-madison beach.
-at the locks.
-fairy lights.