Reach to the Stars

Image I.D. — “violently sensual, alive, earthy.” — End I.D.

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

man sometimes friendship really is just "I saw this and knew it would give you psychic damage. please respond with agony" and then they do. and it's great

I seem to be living a very expensive lifestyle called eating food regularly

Your perception is your own, guard it well.

Monday humiliation. Tuesday suffocation. Wednesday condescension. Thursday is pathetic. It’s Friday i’m in love