cute waiter from restaurant last night: He likes that I like rocks. He has a warm smile. He came by our table every few minutes to talk about bones and hiking and such. It was in a town by the mountains I like to visit. He gave me free coffee, I gave him my number.

And he just texted me.

scoreee.

8)

 

some of the goodies I found yesterday ^^ Look at the size of those quartz! I’m all sore from draggin’ ‘em around the desert. And I’m not sure what that last mineral is. I think it might be a kinda low-quality turquoise? Internet identification guides not helpful >.> at all. so if you know what it is, I’d love for you to share! (I have three different pieces of this mineral if you need to see more to identify)

 
citrine and tourmaline! I found many cool rocks, I don’t know why I decided to take a  picture of only this one.

citrine and tourmaline! I found many cool rocks, I don’t know why I decided to take a  picture of only this one.

 

Resilient little desert child. Escaped to the mountains yesterday for a much needed breath of fresh air.

 
I carry a paint marker in my boots. I leave a little piece of me every where I go.

I carry a paint marker in my boots. I leave a little piece of me every where I go.

 

Drinking with myself tonight.

wooo.

 

My mind keeps searching for someone to point my finger at, yet I know placing the blame won’t effect the situation, for what as already happened has already happened. It makes me feel so insecure knowing it was one of my closest friends who kept my secret, then put it in the wrong hands, though.

Simple, yet valuable lessoned to be learnt here. Love everyone, trust no one. I knew this all along, I guess the rush of drunken nights and finally having a secure group of friends made me a little hazy, though

hm.

 
honestly, I’m not too pleased with the hands. at all. Or the way I buy cheap runny spray paint that doesn’t want to cover my white outlines.
but, can’t complain, it’s always nice to paint.

honestly, I’m not too pleased with the hands. at all. Or the way I buy cheap runny spray paint that doesn’t want to cover my white outlines.

but, can’t complain, it’s always nice to paint.

 
You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain/ No snow, no rain, ain’t got no complaint, Like you high on that krylon running through your veins
pouty weird face ‘cause I’m having a shitty day. meh

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain/ No snow, no rain, ain’t got no complaint, Like you high on that krylon running through your veins

pouty weird face ‘cause I’m having a shitty day. meh

 
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