wear your love like heaven

so many posts about hating being perceived..... I love being perceived by people who love me

when someone you love tells you something they observe about you and how they like that thing that’s a love language

practice social distancing by going to one of those vampire castles where the vampire will encourage you to stay for dinner but you have to sit at opposite ends of an extremely long table

sharing music you like with someone else is the most mortifying ordeal of being known

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present. 

being intuitive is just like... i don’t like this and no i will not elaborate