geraldine

my head swells with every movie from the nineteen-thirties. the damsel slurs her testimonies as what people keep in their cupboards is always on my mind.

this best thing about this is the meme format conditions you to expect a follow up statement and it’s absence contributes to a sense of stillness, simulating the experience of just sitting in your truck

trusting people again feels terrifying

When Franz Kafka said, "I ran from love because I knew it would destroy me. " but Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be. "

breathtaking, gut-punch serenades from alleycats afflicted with ripped vocal cords. we listen from beneath the rusty rails of a piano man's fire escape while clumsily dancing our rendition of something that will strike pink lightning into a field of greedy tulips

I am sooooo not locked in. I am tucked in. Going to sleep