talked to Mae on the last day of April
pop culture matters now, but it didn’t matter to the dinosaurs
exercise your demons
dessert for breakfast
I know how relationships begin and end, but how do they middle?
mystery hates company...
it’s a room where the lights are dim a dark narrow corridor it’s silent, but it speaks to you shapes behind curtains
i don’t belong to your party, we don’t care for small talk, we don’t say goodbye or hello, everything is kept in the dark. nothing is personal.
I can make a mad go man again
less logical, more magical
young old lady #1
dressing up to catch the matinee of a romantic comedy
we only listen to b sides
watching tv with my eyes closed
The predator with the cactus heart
it’s not the cool things you are doing, it’s the fun you are having.
the moment nothing in your life is of importance, you are free.
they were all staring at their phones. so they’ll never know it was me who...
someone will have to say goodbye first; might as well be me
I woke up so early that I ended up being late.
working hard at building the emotional foundation to be alone for a whole...
we have failed to truly captivate each other with true form
i said hello to you everyday without speaking
It’s a real comfort zone for me to feel alien.– Tilda Swinton
the waiting room and the dream
at least we met once… that’s better than never.
symphony for the bizarre
your familiar stranger
I am just a phase of a million-year-old soul
mostly a mystery
week 2 begins
coffee in bed.