visual collages & words make me melt melt melt

i make collages out of magazine ads & scribble flb quotes in margins. my room is a tower of travel guides & maps, and i feel like i could fly (if only i wasn't so tired). i watched moulin rouge this afternoon, and i wish i had been a part of the bohemian revolution; somehow i think i could have fit in. and you know, perhaps i'm an odd little pixie who prefers to write stories about girls in rollerskates and create a fantasy world out of glitter & clouds, perhaps i'm just plain weird because i don't like to cruise the city for cheap pickups & alcohol, perhaps i don't belong because i'd prefer to draw stars all over my hands than watch the sports; but i hold my head up high and i say, i don't care. this is my life and i like it. i find contentment in the simplest of ways, and nothing makes me happier than being free to create & write & colour. i'm painting my world the way i want it to be, and while i can't really live in the clouds or dance on stars, i can create my world so that it feels like it anyway. so i feel the same sense of freedom & magic & inspiration as though i really was one with the sky.

i'm trying to feel beautiful and i'm content at last.