"IRL is for girls like Golden"

When I was in high school I scratched my cornea, and had to wear an eye patch for like a week. My mom drew an eye with very exaggerated eyelashes on the outside of the patch.  

Does anyone want to move here with me?

http://hudsonvalley.craigslist.org/apa/4703063066.html

Some things to do;

Read Save Me the Waltz and Tender is the Night. 

Cover a chair in lime green velvet.

Install a ballet bar in your bedroom. 

Wear an oversized cable knit sweater and a tutu all Fall. 

Make friends with your grandmother's friends.

Paint your dogs toenails. 

Cry when your best friend tells you what she is going to name her daughter. 

Buy or borrow some shitty amps. Get real high and watch INNI with the sound coming through them. 

Make fonts out of all your favorite handwriting. 

Make t-shirts with photos of your best friends on them. 

Make oil paintings of your best friends mothers and put them in ornate frames. 

Tell your plants they are beautiful. 

3D print tiny busts of all your favorite people and put them on a shelf in your room. Talk to them. 

Run your fingers through other people's hair when you can tell they feel sad. 

Listen to Brian Eno when you sleep.

Listen to Brian Eno when you wake up. 

Look close at the eyes of horses and understand you are seeing the earth as it once was. 

Seek the approval only of those you deeply respect. At one time I might have thought no one. 

Feel upset that people aren't embarrassed to say the word "selfie" anymore.

Try not to use irony as a shield. 

Daydream about being good to your children. 

Understand that it is not over. 

There are things I want to tell you like,

'Hey I am here in California and yes I cried in the kitchen when a live version of "Free Falling" came on'

and

'I ate a cheeseburger like the one from Pulp Fiction'

and

'I feel lost'

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