the fool

person typing into google search bar: obfuscate meaning

“summer turns to dust and then rains of september wash it away. summer puddles into wax like candles guttering at the end of a drunken night. summer ends in a flash and a prayer, it will end before i know it – seems like just yesterday i sucked the nectar from trumpet flowers til my lips were sticky and i felt dizzyhigh, seems like last week i started sleeping in treetops and on riverbanks, but though the days are still hot, sweltry dog days, i can feel the tinge of cold creeping far off when the dark comes. how is it the end of july, already? wasn’t it only just may, when the lilacs were first appearing? and what will i do when the watermelon moon disappears from the sky, oh what will i do when i have to wear a sweater every day? summer is the james dean of seasons, it lives fast and dies young. it is too hot and breathless to last very long, so it is yet another one of those beautiful, fleeting things, like all the things i adore, like love affairs and like drunken nights, and the time of the lilacs, and the full moon, like life itself – all these things so brief & glorious, gone in a blaze and leaving you with the image seared behind your eyes.”

It’s so weird that pyjama cases were a thing. They went so abruptly out of fashion, too. The idea was (I think) that it was vaguely indecent to leave your pajamas around, and it definitely spoils the look of your nicely made bed, so lots of people put them under the pillow; but a cuter thing to do was to have a specially made empty stuffed animal or cute purse or pillow thing, with a zipper, and you’d stuff it with your pajamas in the morning and place it cutely on your nicely made bed. Then in the evening, you would unzip and disembowel the soft plump object, and reclaim the pajamas. It wasn’t just a thing for kids; adults did it too. In the kind of pre-1950s novels I like to pick up, authors describe a character’s pyjama case to reveal a bit about the character; but of course they never say why you’d have a pyjama case. “Everyone knows what a horse is.”

hi can we play staring and breathing together

3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh

you need to dedicate your life to things that are obscure and unimportant. and bad. and wholly uninteresting. and worth nothing of value. so you can drive everyone insane forever. and you can’t kill yourself. i ❤️ abysmal dogshit