the late sun shining onto the bed on a warm afternoon can be a deadly thing.

i exist within the pretence of the idols i've contructed for myself. the wind blows me to pieces, it blows through me like it seperates the leaves from the trees. i am strung along, finding something more in every moment, incomplete without my roots. this very sense that I carry with me everywhere i go does nothing but tear me apart. a tear is drawn from my eye as I combat the whirlwind that surrounds me.

"I write in acrobatics and pirouttes in the – I write becuase I so deeply want to speak. Though writing only gives me the full measure of silence"

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

please don't let me hit the ground.

my next biggest goal in life is to learn how to be normal and chill literally ever.

i understand so little about myself. but one thing that is so painfully clear to see is the love within me that just might kill me.

took my last college final ever today.

i seriously wonder if the day i will catch a real break will ever come because jesus.

the perfect kiss.

im shedding everything i know and making my own reality. everything im not makes me everything i am.

how can i be expected to ignore when every bit of serendipitous good in this world reminds me of you?

nothing emboldens me quite like an image. papercuts and wrinkled pages come unto my hands as i find the home already built around me. the sweet smell of the rain after the morning's sun reminds me of the unavoidable pulsating of my own heart.

extraordinarily jealous of her figure. i hope one day i can look like her.

play stupid games win stupid prizes. my coherent refusal will be my unforgiving end.