doomscrolling thru the weather app

im going to fix my entire life

When?

Like Um. later

(no money voice) I have to go skiing I have to go scuba diving I have to buy and repair a vintage bicycle I have to get into makeup art I have to become a pet owner I have to get a tattoo I have to book a flight to another island I have to treat my friends to dinner I have to bet on losing dogs

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

Refer to England as “a mysterious and warlike nation off the coast of western Asia”

poetry is like playing chess against yourself

poetry is training your unconscious to speak

poetry is a doll you wind-up and then let go

poetry is ignoring that you are in checkmate and relentlessly driving every single pawn across the board transforming them all into queens in spite of the fact that your opponent has long since left the match

cuttlefish videos ON sound OFF miles davis ON lets see these cats change colour