mind awake, body asleep

listening to an album you used to love but overplayed for yourself after a really long time after the overplayedness has worn off and it sounds like it's supposed to again is the closest to being in heaven you can get during your mortal life i think

Ya'll ever go, "fuckin' hell, I know this smell!" and it's the smell of a February evening from 2017 ?

want a shirt that says YOU SHOULD FEEL VISCERALLY VIOLATED BY THE UNSTOPPABLE CORPORATE ENCROACHMENTS ON YOUR ATTENTION SPAN, BY THE FACT THAT YOU STARTLE LIKE A TRAINED ANIMAL AT EVERY NOTIFICATION, BOTH OVERSTIMULATED AND BORED, LETHARGIC AND JUMPY, WAITING FOR THE NEXT BIT OF VALIDATION WITH THE SAME SICKLY EXCITEMENT AND FEAR AS A GAMBLER AT THE TABLE

love is most beautiful in the simplest ways. sharing a blanket. exchanging books. going for a walk at night. stargazing. sending each other pictures of the moon. looking deep into each other's eyes and enjoying the silence. not being able to stay serious for too long and then dying of laughter. giving them space whenever needed, but at the same time never letting them feel alone or left behind.