mooness remade

you couldn’t pay me enough money to sit through any romance film. fell asleep last night watching etoile (1989) and i wonder what it must've been like but i sincerely don't remember from it’s unrelenting tedium

there’s some intrinsic correlation between my tainted heart and my love for worn out things

staying up all night, cheating madness as per usual

sometimes i wish my voice was a bit higher, but then i realise that would be very strange considering my appearance so i don't care that much really

putting my face in the darkening soil and breathing it

can't sleep so i'm letting the earth go through me. if i sit still enough, maybe i'll grow roots... so i can leave my mundane consciousness behind

sometimes i hear church bells from the church near me. how i feel hearing those bells depends, there's usually some tremor first then a kind of tranquility settles in from the inside. it happens every now and then

nature calls to the wilderness in me, even on the city's streets