hi

feeling a little down
don't understand why i was thinking about mari for like an uncomfortably long time
that does not happen with carts it's only edibles
had to lock in like we are not about to do this
anyways ! first day in honduras has been great
people stare because i act weird (americanized)
buuut it's okay
everything is so low calorie like how is two
slices of bread here 114 kcals vs 140 in the states
and i still end up coming back fatter ! haha
i got force fed ice cream and coffee and like three baleadas
and these bitches still asking me if i want to eat
like please i am TRYING to be bella hadid and it is NOT WORKING
i have a scale arriving monday so
i just have to watch myself until then
i feel so upset for some reason
my flight was not at four pm by the way but
rather four am . got three hours of sleep
okay to do list

TAKE PERMIT TEST
SUMMER HOMEWORK
... buy weed last week i'm in honduras so it arrives as soon
as i'm back in the states
haha
and clothes obviooooo

two posts in one day .. and one is a poem ?!? absurd !

 dulcet skin separated from muscle by tooth

silvery laugh

slipping through my grasp
water

from a tight-lipped creek

emulous in your circle

statid we remain

 

an excerpt from the waves that i like 
too attached to rhoda so far ...

'That is my face,' said Rhoda, 'in the looking-glass behind Susan's shoulder--that face is my face. But I will duck behind her to hide it, for I am not here. I have no face. Other people have faces; Susan and Jinny have faces; they are here. Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second. If they meet a housemaid she looks at them without laughing. But she laughs at me. They know what to say if spoken to. They laugh really; they get angry really; while I have to look first and do what other people do when they have done it.