We have not long to love.

oh, chavela vargas... it truly is a strange world i come from.

the black dove is here. once more, perched on my windowsill. i should take a day off before her song takes over me. before she makes me believe that there is something noble in her tune.

tearing up over francine faure before having to go back into work. this is adulthood.

i don't want to go to work tomorrow. i'm dreading it with a passion... i should read anna karenina... i should download a dating app...

my local bookstore didn't have the books i wanted but b&n does... oh, i hate it here.

who else is mourning the limits of language .. 🙋🏽

in this new job know when ever understands what i say. I answer and it's like they don't listen. computer, easy ways to communicate with humans. no borax.

is it something funky with my brain if the only time I felt "understood" or listened to was in a room with mostly neurodivergent people?

can't believe my last post here was almost a month ago...

i got my nails done yesterday. i'll post a picture of them... maybe...

nothing more beautiful than seeing everyone hating on argentina and spain alike. so beautiful.