feels weird to be an overnight owl mostly because i can’t connect to my friends frequencies. it’s just me on the astral plane like does anybody wanna play? but everybody is like why are you in my dream?
My favorite Tarot Reader on YouTube has been messing with this fairy deck for like the past four months and I’m at the point where I’m like: I’m ready. I think I can handle this.
i love nostalgia. i remember back in winter in my teens when i would look at the bare trees and think of the branches as veins in heart ventricles or lungs and i thought how scary it must be to be so exposed like that.
when i was listening, i got these clear images in my mind of me driving in my red honda civic in 2008 with my bangs freshly cut, hair all wild, looking out at all of the things i wanted to take pictures of and write about.
revisiting feist’s The Reminder and good godher voice is like an instrument all of its own. somehow sounds like a violin, a bell, and a piano all at the same time.