Let's go to the beach each let's go get away ๐ the night is young and my mysterious nausea will not get in the way. Though I'm not sure I'd call saturday nausea mysterious because, well, it's saturday but I'd like to think I'm not frail enough to develop nausea solely for that
The sharp stabbing sensation on the left side of my chest is only trying to get me to open the door. The thing is I don't really want to do that right now, just letting you know it's no cause for concern
I don't see why the stripper wouldn't be in love with me. She'd recognize the kindness in my eyes. The genuine warmth in my demeanor. The light surrounding me would tell her I am far too pure for a place like this. She'd know I'm unlike anyone else she'd encountered
I'm aware I could turn off the auto lock on my ipad but then what would pull me back to reality when i inevitably stare blankly through the screen for too long. No, i need the screen to grow impatient with me and turn itself off. It's what's best for both of us
My hands are cold and have been for some time now. There's nothing one can do in this situation. Once a part of you decides to grow cold, no amount of warming up will make a difference
My judgment is not good. There are very few instances where it has proved otherwise. I'm sure I can remember them if I sit down for a minute and think really hard. Do you really want me to do that. Is it necessary. Would it improve your opinion of me. The night is young I suppose
Things to say in ุงูุดููุฉ ุงูุดุฑุนูุฉ
-shake my hand. I'm told it says a lot about a man
-do you have any brothers available
-take your ุดู ุงุบ off i need to see the situation up there
-go get me water but don't steal anything
-my eyes are up here pal
-name 2 books
-sell me this pen
There's something about a capitalized y that bothers me. The 3 branches pointing so aggressively away from one another are not a sight I enjoy seeing, and certainly not one I'd like to begin a sentence with. y is softer. It understands that difference doesn't require distance
I was bad today so i will only think bad thoughts. Wearing a turtleneck with wet hair. That time i was excited to watch what i thought was a comedy about sheep being detectives but ended up crying so much. Dying alone
There's a creature of unknown origin that feeds on my brain in my sleep. I know this because every morning i wake up with a noticeably lighter head and less thinking capacity. I forgot what they're called. The thinking cells. Yesterday i recalled them perfectly well
My heart is heavy, yes, but today it is heavy with love and pride. There's lots of pride sitting on it. I can feel the pressure, every breath feels smaller than the last
The thing with sleep is that it requires shutting everything off. Eyes closed, brain off, yes, just like that. You probably thought it takes a great deal of effort to turn off this big smart machine and of that i am flattered
6 minutes. That's how long the delivery driver waited before reporting me as "not available" and leaving. He left. He actually left. Said "someone else will come tomorrow" like giving up on me was as natural as breathing. I'm gutted beyond words