erhmm.. based on *complex mathematical equations* i've approximately collected an entire year supply of the fanciest organic cotton sanitary pads i've stealthily embezzled from the managers' bathrooms i used to clean en solitaire at work... im still coming to terms with two rough years of mold exposure that utterly vaporized every chance of surviving my late 20s without triggering at least two supplementary autoimmune diseases on top of hashimoto's but at least my pussy: freshest as ever been 🎠

we'll have to move again soon. three different cities in three years!!! how somber considered my admittedly lethargic temper and imperious inertia regarding the Changing Matter... >:( but i'm following him like a blind, faithful dog, moulding an army of lustrous guardian angels as we part from every neighbor and ex coworker. i feel strikingly idiotic (🤪) while ruminating about their proximity, as if i were listening to their death throes. yet. yet. "but when we sit together, close, we melt into each other with phrases. we are edged with mist. we make an unsubstantial territory". someone caught a glimpse of a mediterranean monk seal near the churchyard where my mother's buried. further distant lustrous angel in the kelp

working in industrial cleaning has completely shattered my will to live to the point im even starting to miss the times i used to work in a factory and came home with nose bleeds and green skin and rashes from all the shitty metal dust i sanded and inhaled. i am so fucking done and my jewelry making on-the-side is literally going nowhere... what am i even supposed to do to have a shot at a decent and independent life... im constantly struggling and making zero improvements. the jobs are always shitty, my mental and physical health is only getting worse. at least i have my loved ones. not all but most of them. at least i have my loved ones, at least i have my loved ones, at least i have my loved ones. i feel like i don't belong anywhere

i will soon move in another city with my boyfriend and we'll live in a semi empty small house with little to no furniture so im spending these last days in naples worshipping the toaster. im eating toasted bread with almond butter honey and cinnamon every morning for breakfast. toasted bread i will miss you .but what's lost in toasted bread is gained in mental health 😔🤟🏻🎉

read stay, illusion by lucie brock-broido and being absolutely normal abt it. reading a hunger by lucie brock-broido and being even absolutely normaler abt it. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 not going insane over her poems at all. whaa!!