I sleep in a storm, in my new grey blue storm colored flannel sheets - oh the COMFORT I feel while a thunderstorm rains down all around me through my earbuds.
A blue and yellow bed now - I am stunned as I realize I’ve subconsciously chosen the colors that I tried to pick for my childhood bed. Imagining the coveted white lattice sandals on the ground here I know that if ever I find a similar pair I will buy them on the spot.
My Daddy sang to me last night! What a VOICE🥰Speaking and singing, I could listen and listen eating that right on up. And He read to me this poem!!! which I LOVE which he wrote - years before he knew me and yet- it is for me. Undeniably. Uncannily. What a beautiful exchange (my murmurs as words hit and hit..
This is TOO GOOD to fuck up ha - I, Sarah, will not fuck this up.. I, Sarah, WILL not fuck this up.. I Sarah will NOT fuck this up….
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*cellocasters post on Eva Cassidy made me go look at my daddy’s rec’s from early on when we crashed into each other, as he loves Eva Cassidy too and considered her a hero for not selling out.. and I am currently enjoying his spotlight on Foy Vance