the smell of Earth after it rains

life is nothing without eroticism and whimsy

i miss u so much (pre ai internet)

Sometimes you gotta make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight, like some kind of wilted houseplant

breaking my silence. it is insane that a marriage is more celebrated than earning a degree.

so many songs to listen to. so many books to read. so many things to watch. so much stuff to write. i think i will sit here and decompose

thinking about developing a social skill soon

if you start reading books again. you will feel at least a little better. I promise

I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.