kiss the obscene

late-stage capitalism is increasingly about the rich carving out spaces where they can party and have photoshoots in beautiful international locations without having to be concerned with the locality or humanity of the places they inhabit. every historic city becomes a stage for their little plays about cultural intrigue without the friction of culture or the locals themselves

you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.

My daily wellness routine consists of drinking water, getting some fresh air, and remembering that out of all the timelines in the universe, I get to live in the one where Florence Welch runs barefoot across festival stages.

i was made to read books, live by the ocean walk beneath the trees, and be madly in love.