love is real and it’s saturday morning sunlight spilling onto the bathroom tiles as the faucet drips and ur rubbing lotion into ur face and it’s spring and the love of ur life is waiting in the kitchen for u and there’s a peeled clementine on the counter and u haven’t flinched in years

my favourite verse

#shots fired from the 90s still manages to somehow put bullet holes in roof of the patriarchy

women be hoarding small meaningful objects

when jenny slate said “there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who i am” and emily dickinson said “it might be lonelier without the loneliness” and mitski said “my god i’m so lonely so i open the window to hear sounds of people” and when richard siken said “you will always be alone and then you will die”