shower damp, having a kindergarten level conversation with myself; 'est-ce que vous voulez un plus verre de vin'.. "euuuhh...oui, merci" it's too easy... 'comment ca va, mademoiselle?' .."je me sens bien, merci".but real solemn like(im talking with my butler and have melancholy)
I dont have a singular romantic interest to drunk text anymore and that makes me sad but also subconsciously gives me the right to use government names in all my poetry!
The girls at screaming mimi's just said to me "thank you for coming in, you've been such a ray of sunshine at the end of a very boring day" and i teared up outside of the store and downed two shots of jameson before getting on the C train
the three books i bought online second-hand came in and i'm finally able to start paying off my debt and i'm not heart broken and this all feels so sweet