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An old neighbor of mine named Bea— my sister and I used to pretend she was a witch. She had a cactus garden and never answered the door when we rang the bell. A rickety old master of the occult, for sure.

I got older, and moved away. Revisited her house once; realized she was actually an awesome old lady, salty and sweet of character in all the right places. I was sad that I didn’t live near her anymore.

She’s dead now. It was cancer—pancreatic, I think. Wish I could have known her better.

A skinny skinny skinny kitty followed me home today. I gave her some rice n herbed sardines and she gobbled it up. Then she came over and plunked down next to me in the living room and has been asleep ever since. Her fur is marvelously brindled, and looks like a piece of tiger’s eye hit by the dazzling rays of the sun. Her eyes are peridot green, but the right one is a bit scarred. She probably brawled with another cat (and won). I’m tempted to name her Jiji. I just watched Kiki’s Delivery Service last night that’s why.

humans are so weird n interesting. i am fascinated by everything human

I moved back to Japan. I live in a house with tatami mats, and sleep on a futon that I put away during the day. There are lots of cute stray cats around. Hopefully when I start planting and tending to my garden they’ll hang out with me a bit more.

I wake up each day to the gentle roar of the ocean waves’ rough and fleeting embrace of the rocks across the street. When I look out my bedroom window, the mountains are always shrouded in mist. What sort of spirits float around in the ancient forests up there? When the typhoon passes after this weekend, I’ll go and find out.

Got driven home by a really nice and handsome Palestinian man named Hazem. We talked extensively about what’s happening rn in Israel/Gaza/Palestine in terms of culture, politics, and religion in the ~20 min it took me to get home. Life is amazing honestly everything happens for a reason. Such a basic philosophy but I am a firm believer in that. We are always where we’re meant to be

Sitting by myself on a curb in San Fran. It’s my last night in America for god knows how long. There are beautiful men around me speaking Spanish and I am hella drunk alone in this store window. Hola mis amigos. Be my friend si’l vouz plait parce que I am very lonely

"Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival."

— Octavio Paz

I’m only twenty-one, and already so much has happened. It’s all floating up, up, up— I need to catch it before it goes. I don’t want to forget.

"I don’t want to spend my life thinking about all the impossibilities I face when I wake up in the morning. But the reality is, I’m a woman of color in America. That itself is enough for you to wake up and go, ‘Oh, f—!’"

— Zoë Saldaña