"I'm an average nobody" - Henry Hill, and my heart :)
Before we talk tattoos, a question. When you were five, did you really know exactly where you wanted to put that sticker? You know, the little gold foil star that the teacher gave you for...what was it? Fluency, proficiency, and academic excellence? What a good little citizen.
2020 has been a freak show on the nerves, to be vague and precise. Thus, it’s largely unstrange that this year’s Halloween will be of no ordinary occasion. You heard right, a full Blue “Hunter’s Moon” (that’s actually red in color, aka “Blood” or “Sanguine”) is heading our way. Although it's a popular belief that a full moon occurs on the 31st every so often, one hasn’t made an appearance since the 40s. Even more eerie is the fact that the ripe lunar phase will be visible, for this one rare night, across the entire globe.
“Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow” is an essay written by Aldous Huxley, and it can be found in his book called Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, which can be purchased here, here, and here.
Alright. 10 minutes away from turning 21. Of course, I didn’t think I’d spend this birthday at home. The plan was: 1. Beg my mom to let my friends and I go to Vegas
July, Corona does have a symptom for the uninfected, and that must be this summery slumber. These days, the sunlight burns moth holes through the curtains, making the 93 million mile trek just to wake me, a mummy wrapped in linens. Dog days were carved into our biological clock at an early age. Usually a favorite of school kids for their hibernation, this semester is loved for its sprinklers, ice pops, and 3 AM crickets picnicking out on the lawn. Overall, it’s somntastic, but the harvest time slug doesn’t seem to fit this summer well, considering at least what it’s been harvesting.