packing up my things tonight and i discovered that i anthropomorphize everything. im a softhearted woman with an embarrassing capacity to mourn inanimate objects
sitting in my underwear with a coffee in my hand, munching on a croissant and learning why drug dealers still live with their moms. i love wednesday mornings.
theres something paradoxical abt dreams ,, it exists at the intersection of sublime and grotesque ,,, so beautiful in imagination but the thought of it in material form disgusts me
re practicing the lolirock dance routine ,, the ghost of my 2014 self possessing my body , this is what the prophecy foretold i was built for this shit