Restless type. Mostly irony-free wingnut. Celebrator of trees. Stilt walker. Given to rare fits of poetry. Boot junkie and whiskey enthusiast. Blabbermouth with only a vague notion of TMI. Vermont secessionist expatriate. Moss sniffer. Stray cat petting machine. Alternative school graduate. Mountain admirer. Tattooed non-professional. Mild-mannered atheist and polite anarchist. Big city person with rural inclinations, or maybe it's the other way around.
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My name is Nicole Cipri. I'm a writer and a wingnut, among other things. This is my tumblr, aka, a curated mess of memes and half-finished thoughts.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I am feeling flaily and weird about my life right now. I was doing pretty well for a while; managing to cook and bake and write and eat well and be social. Now I’m tired, out of sorts, and really wanting to escape into some wilderness. I miss mountains, I miss the quiet, and I miss drinking beer on a back porch that faces fields and fireflies. I miss clear skies and stars.
(I miss my ex, who’s maintained radio silence for the last few months.)
As of May 22, I’ve lived in Chicago for a year. I’ve suppressed my natural penchant for restlessness and tried to sink into the city. I complain about public transportation, I commute, I watch people, they watch me, I drink beer on my front porch like a pro, I am no longer afraid to engage with strangers (though I’m more apt to ignore them as well). This is the home I’ve chosen, with good reason. I still want to walk away from it. It’s a deeper longing than I know what to do with.
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dogunderwater said:
This is how I feel about the beach, right now. Maybe all the time. <3
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