the moon knows.

i think the wine-dark sea and rosy-fingered dawn should kiss

love is real... (ate some fruit and sat in the sun)

the overwhelming desire to just exist without having to prove one’s worth in the false world of commodity and personality production

time to go on antidepressants i think

you know when you’re talking w/ someone and you just feel.. Warm. like.. not.. warmth temperature-wise but just this.. sense of overall coziness like on an emotional level speaking w/ them is the equivalent of whenever you step into a patch of sunlight… that’s something

staying up late with other humans is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and like a what is this feeling

book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you