Status Updates From Armastusega, Pamela

like monks house (spelled right?) in virginia woolf's garden. patience is an ever growing virtue

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.

reading and nature are my only true friends

i'm growing past self created illusions

my dreams have soundtracks

who am i, when i am alone?

my eyes change colors with my moods. our eyes can't hide secrets.

i don't trust anyone. i trust everything. the porch is my altar. i'm happiest in my garden, and when my family visits.

nothing is impossible, just evasive

the capacity to be alone is the capacity to love

i always desired some sort of misery

i'm restless. things are calling me away. my hair is being pulled by the stars again - anais nin i need to read ur journals

love is the quailty of attention we pay to things