today was my 20th birthday.

and for once, I actually do feel older this time around.

(miss moss)

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Jack Kerouac.

(Free People)

(miss moss)

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

Sylvia Plath.

(gin and bird)