If only I could live in this morning forever!

every day I spend doing what I hate I become less and less and less. Why are habits so easy to form and hard to break? I want to live and be free. I want to love and be seen. I hide myself in my clothes and hope no one will know.

Dying for peace or living for pain. Every morning my heaving breath and those three flights of stairs to my car tell me the latter is better. I’m lucky to even have a car, right? To even have breath?

my summer, alone

lost, unsure and embarrassed.

i want things to work out

turned 20 this weekend, wish i had more time to write. there’s so much i have to say

my friend ana in front of the dust

just watched we’re all going to the world’s fair. i somewhat enjoyed this movie, but i felt as if the entirety of it lead to a destination/climax it did not find/hit. sort of disappointed, this was definitely more of a commentary on teenage social media usage rather than a horror film. loved the soundtrack/cinematography. love alex g

i feel like an ant

for the remainder of my stay here on earth, my research mainly focuses on the watery liquid leaking from the sockets of the human girl i have taken as my host. Her thoughts often trail to a ball of white fluff they call "dog" on this planet.

a mug, dearly loved