little summer roundup, words from august 2018:
i am the strongest i have ever been in my life and also the heaviest, always wanting to be smaller, smaller, smaller, even as i carry my own bags carry my baby distances
waking up today at 4am what does anyone think of me and a racing heart. i have to monitor what under what conditions i am most productive…what music makes me want to write, how many times can you listen to the same heart wrenching music
angel olsen plays loud last night before celia and i leave the apartment in brussels and we talk about her ability to be a conduit so easily for something GREATER, it looks so effortless. i imagine her collapsing afterwards though
thats always how i felt coming off a stage. too seen, so much given to some abstract mass in the darkness in front of me, my voice was precious
i know what i have to do it’s just a matter of doing it now, but mum says: enjoy your life, just have fun
she’s not wrong at all but how do i do it without anything to back me up, its like walking and walking forward in either the dark or blinding lightness. both are good and bad at the same time… i have to plan for it to all make sense, i need a home to write in, i need security before anything else… life just happens, each day goes by like it doesn’t leave an imprint but it does… millimetres of progress is still progress though, just don’t leave it too long
origamiaround
turnnoffyourmind
2087
jacobvanloon
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
dailybridgerton
ellievsbear
areudirty