an erotic game

we were put on this earth to eat sandwiches

the beautiful thing about aging is there are so many versions of your life, so many things you thought you would never get over, so many funny and absolutely heart breaking things that you not only get over but just sort of forget about

like sometimes my sister and I will be reminiscing and she will be like “remember when you were addicted to opiates?” and I hardly remember that version of myself because I was not even 20 and now i’m 37. it truly feels a different version of my life but back then, I was convinced that was all i’d ever be. and the year my father died, when he was really sick, and I asked him what am I going to do when you die? and he said “you’re going to keep on living” and I did and I will and so will you

June and July are the same months btw. They want you to think they're two different months but it's the same month that's 60 days long. Same way August is actually August and the first half of September

mail centered (I love letters and want pen pals)

I need to see redwoods soon or i’ll die

i am just moved by everything now. i'm porous and everything gets inside me

help I’m having ideas beyond my available free time

i don't want much from life i just want to live in a green walkable city, a well lit apartment and all my friends near me and for us to travel a lot, to eat a lot, to read a lot and to laugh a lot .