being MKO
being myself
Telling religious Arabic boys that I’m Rihanna so they’ll stop trying to make me wifey.
Unable to replicate the genuine smiles in old photographs. Its really interesting to me how people view me now. The same people who used to say I was “very bubbly and cute” are now telling me that I’m “so beautiful and have the kind of blank stare dolls do.” I’m not sure how to process anything anymore. Temporary sanity, temporary highs. Can’t wait to travel next month and clear my head! How do you deal with the inability to feel?
After exploring the darkest spaces in my mind, this happened. This was inspired by the time I got a paper cut counting fresh bills at my workplace. I mean, really.
PRO TIP: CREATIVE MINDS USE DRY-ERASE BOARDS TO JOT DOWN THOUGHTS.
When you find an old photograph that is practically glowing because of how happy you look in it and how happy you remember feeling when it was taken.
Maybe I should just move overseas for a few years. Everything in the states is far too calculated.
It’s making me crazy.
It’s making everyone crazy.
Everyone is crazy.
I’m feeling alright again. I’m laughing with my entire body again.
On 12/29/12 I was having a frappuccino with my boyfriend Andy at City Coffeehouse in Allen Park, Michigan USA.
There was this nice couple sitting nearby drinking coffee. I sketched them talking while soaking in the ambiance of the coffee shop.
After a bit, the girl was sitting by herself, so I asked her if she was having a nice night. Her name is Maya. She had just bought a snow ball gun and was about to try it out with her boyfriend.
We chatted with them for a bit and then I showed them the drawing that I made of them. They were very interesting people.
David and I being secretly sketched!
This is one of the many songs I wrote tonight with my best friend, Jonathan. He bought me a harmonica and I am so pleased! I’m a lyrical genius, obvs. You’re welcome!
have a holly jolly
Gossip Girl, Free People, and a bunch of underwear in my stocking. Hell yea, hell yea, hell yea. Fucking right, fucking right, alright.
sleeeeepy time.
Today I met a four-year-old named Isabella she was super sassy - makes me think of what Liza bby’s child will be like, plus she had super blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. She told me her favorite color is pink, her favorite animal is a unicorn, and she loves all things that are sparkly. So so cute!
This Russian lady at work was the bomb. Classiest lady award with the cutest accent. I love listening to Russian women talk. She kept calling me darling and dear. At one point she looks at me and says, “My darling, you are so beautiful. Your eyes are like wow!” I have a crush on her now.
A million and one good things happened today, some weird - like seeing a puppy vomit clear stuff! ick! I love everyone. Today felt like two weeks but like the best two weeks.
Goodnight.
"You are impossible to dislike. If anyone dislikes you they must be a real son-of-a-bitch because you are sweet as sugar."
— Chelsey
