it’s like you’re reading my journal <3
by the way if you’re thinking “wow this makes no fucking sense”
good! i don’t want it to!
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my peers
our idea of activity is likes and comments
our idea of activity is likes and comments
the regular bar
i love the tension
the energy in this room
so predictably miserable
the energy in this room
so predictably miserable
let’s make out at grand prize ?
waiting for you at the place we ran off to a few weeks ago
i couldn’t stop thinking about cannibals while i was meditating yesterday
the server
the word baby is dripping off your lips, heavy in the space between us. we haven’t been close in months.
because the girlfriend. who isn’t answering i presume.
of course i’m the next call.
because the girlfriend. who isn’t answering i presume.
of course i’m the next call.
seasons
there’s an ease to inaction in the summer. the heat becomes a scapegoat, playing the ideal role in my disruption.
but fall. winter.
that is where i thrive. a simple gust of cool breeze sends my creative juices flowing endlessly. today marks that day, the day of turnover. i went on a walk this morning, already thinking of sketches, words... it’s all flowing out of me so fast and full of hope it brought water to my face.
public comfort. the idea of wearing layers of clothing to build a persona, rather than relying on my own. summer is vulnerable, naked. winter is cozy, comfortable, and brisk.
i’d like to imagine this wasn’t born from something negative, but i fear—how i feel it in my body—that this vulnerability i experience in the heat is a box i choose not to open.
but fall. winter.
that is where i thrive. a simple gust of cool breeze sends my creative juices flowing endlessly. today marks that day, the day of turnover. i went on a walk this morning, already thinking of sketches, words... it’s all flowing out of me so fast and full of hope it brought water to my face.
public comfort. the idea of wearing layers of clothing to build a persona, rather than relying on my own. summer is vulnerable, naked. winter is cozy, comfortable, and brisk.
i’d like to imagine this wasn’t born from something negative, but i fear—how i feel it in my body—that this vulnerability i experience in the heat is a box i choose not to open.
from another mind
“when you love something
you’ll spend your whole life trying to understand it”
you’ll spend your whole life trying to understand it”
elijah, this concert smells like palo santo
i love to travel
my favorite place to cry is the bathroom in an airplane.
something so soothing about it.
my tension being coaxed out by the sheer heat and anxiety of flying.
no cell signal, no potential interruptions.
just the white noise, disgusting smell and cloudy mirror.
it’s a blessing to have someone to be kind to.
to love and hold.
to be soft and care.
to love and hold.
to be soft and care.
current favorite product?
the absence of accountability that a phone provides
the absence of accountability that a phone provides