wild at heart

this blog is a museum of my heart

“I don’t like this song because I can’t relate to it” skill issue. I’m mad at my husband I love my girlfriend I’m a lone cowboy I’m growing old I’m growing up I’m depressed I love my friends I’m perpetually horny I’m drunk at the club I love my husband again

maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient

maybe i like pulling out my debit card instead of using apple pay. maybe i like untangling my wired headphones. maybe i like typing something into the search bar instead of using siri or whatever. maybe i like curating my own social media feeds over an algorithm. i just don’t think everything has to be perfectly streamlined and efficient i like it when things feel tethered to the real world.

You exist in my memory like lightning — quick, searing, unforgettable. I could live a hundred lives and still feel that first kiss echo through all of them.

Se eu sumi, foi pra me encontrar.

they should invent tech issues that other people have experienced and solved

In another universe expressing myself isn't accompanied by the heavy unrelenting weight of shame

i ❤️ doing nothing i ❤️ staring into the middle distance i ❤️ sitting and laying around i ❤️ not talking