The stars will go out before I forget you

procrastinate. panic. perish 

Occasionally staying up late to get extra alone time is an imperative.

hair is washed. i am lovable and capable of loving again

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.

Moving house tomorrow

Be careful, I've heard they're heavy

Hey babe, are you a book? Because I kinda wanna break your spine

hello to girls who are in bed