“But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.”

tonight was good (creating love for e.e. cummings in my mom) and kind of bad (having emotional breakdown on a bare mattress in my basement). but more than anything, tonight was a "oh shit, i missed a chance to go to the deer hunter" kind of a night. :(

i need alan watts.

and a hug.