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I Wrote A Good Omelet
By Nikki Giovanni

I wrote a good omelet...and ate
a hot poem... after loving you

Buttoned my car...and drove my
coat home...in the rain...
after loving you

I goed on red...and stopped on
green...floating somewhere in between...
being here and being there...
after loving you

I rolled my bed...turned down
my hair...slightly
confused but...I don't care...

Laid out my teeth...and gargled my
gown...then I stood
...and laid me down...

To sleep...
after loving you

She was literally this Botticelli angel, just telling me that everything was gonna be okay.

I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy.
But loving someone, and being loved, means so much to me.
We always make fun of it and stuff...but isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
-Before Sunset

When it rains...

There's so much happening all at once.
I am happy, excited, invigorated.
I am scared shitless, nervous, down.
There's so much happening all at once.

Le temps file.

This just made me so homesick for Paris. (Un grand soupir.)

Let's pick lilacs for the passing time.

Why am I the least productive individual right now?
Ulllll.
But whatever! We're getting an Algerian!
Algerian > puppy.

We. Freaking. DID. IT.

By July 27th, he'll be here.
By October, I'll be married.
Ridiculous.
But amazing.

Looking for a new leaf to turn over.

My moods are swinging like Vincent Chase.