Jessica, 22, scorpio, aspiring international journalist. I'm from California but I left my soul in Italy. I like language & culture, art, literature, nature and people in the nude. My deepest passions are poetry and travelling.
Ive been eating lots of hummus lately. And nuts. MMMMM protein.
I ordered a bean and veggie corn taco from my favorite Mexican restaurant and as we were driving to pick up the order I thought “fuck I forgot to ask for no sour cream! oh well theyll probs just put it on the side anyway” NOPE they jam packed that sour cream deep in the greens. I ate that bitch anyway though.
Several times I’ve gone through an ingredient list on a food item and been happy because there are no milk etc. ingredients. Then at the bottom it says: CONTAINS WHEAT, MILK and I look through the ingredient list again like, what the fuck where’s the so-called milk ingredient???!!!!! >:(
Anyway, I feel good all things considered. I looked at a bag of doritos today and wanted to rip it apart like the cookie monster. I decided against it and made a note to myself to not go to the grocery store when I’m hungry.
Mi copro i mani con colore
la pazienza che avevo avuto per i pennelli mi evita.
La tinta colpisce sul bianco vuoto,
Sperando che trovi le risposte
Come fossero messagi nascosti nel collante colorato
(ma non si puo fermare il sangue se non trovassi la ferita)
Gli immagini mi deridono,
Ed loro faccie fugace
Mi portano sfondo nel buio che a notte non mi fa addormentare.
Non so se esiste piu una significazione.
Avevo fatto amicizia con il sole,
Ed avevo imparato come amare il profumo delle rose.
Ma Dolore è mio caro amico
Ed ogni volta quando viene a prendermi
Mi sembra che non si fosse mai partito.
I cover my hands in ink and color
because the patience I had for brushes and tools escapes me
I strike paint onto the white empty canvas
hoping I’ll find the answers
like hidden messages stuck in the colored glue.
(but you can’t make the bleeding stop if you can’t find the wound)
the images mock me and their transient faces
drag me deeper into the depressive pile of shit that keeps me up at night.
I don’t even know what it means anymore.
I’ve made friends with the sun,
and learned to love the smell of roses on Sunday mornings.
but pain is my closest friend,
Every time he comes to see me,
It will always feel like he never left.
I have consumed copious amounts of coffee.
I did not eat until late afternoon. I had a quinoa with stir fry veggies and garlic and stuff
then while I was watching TV with Jeff and studying I accidentally may have taken a tiny bite of some fudge. I didn’t even think about it until the sweet deliciousness was already gone
then I ate some leftover quinoa and a veggie patty with toast.
……I shall keep you minions updated
p.s I am not catholic
Cesare Pavese (via le9porte)
"every time you relive,
like an ancient thing
and wild, that the heart
already knows and closes.
Every time it is a wound.
Every time it is death.”