"I wanted it to be special."

Ryan and I as cacti. I'm on the left.

Big girl at the DMV.

It's November in New York and I'll be back in Southern California in ten days, but who needs to when Sunday was the most beautiful day in the world, trailing through the woods in Central Park. I was barefoot and bare-shouldered and it was warm.

These photos by Veronica Rafael, the middle one of me and Diwa from Sunday. I'm excited to see how the rest came out; I think it was very eerie but pretty.

My favorite girls live in San Francisco.

Photos of Delaney, Kendall, and Muriel, collaged by Muriel. Cat painting by I'm not sure who, probably Delaney (educated guess!).

There is something exciting about all of these for me because they are not overly labored or thought-out. They're not created by anyone who's in art school and is drilled on compositions and color harmonies. Maybe it's the appeal of the "naive" they all liked so much with Rousseau and them, but I feel like my girls (yes they're mine, all my little sisters) are effortlessly creating what others, myself included, work hard at. I'm certainly more dexterous with an exacto knife, but doesn't it seems so labored in comparison?

Yes and no. I'm not sure or I don't know. But I do know Taylor and I were sitting here tonight looking at these pictures like shit, we wish we were that cool.

~shoutout~ to my mom who made & mailed me the best scarf ever. Sitting in my room and wearing it has become an activity in itself, in lieu of doing homework. But don't call me unproductive: I have also vidchatted, applied lipstick, eaten a bowl of soup, reapplied lipstick, and redone my paper outline. The first outline was graded 6/10 and deemed "interesting but unfocused." Is that telling of my character?

oh and shoutout to Michelle again--check out that checkerboard pattern!! Is that knit 5, pearl 5? Pearl 5, knit 5?