Chocolate

this could be the very minute
i'm aware i'm alive
all these places feel like home.

-snow patrol


[don't look away]
this has been a weekend for homes. i went back to my old high school to see their production of Godspell, only to be greeted effusively by old comrades and teachers alike. today i sketched around el, in which i have grudgingly carved out a niche for myself despite my grievances with it. this town may never be exactly welcoming, but the people i live with now in the big red house will always be home to me.