they unstuck here

having to look busy at my desk for eight hours has saved my writing routine. never been more consistent in my life. who would have thought this about corporate life.

the only way for me to feel good is shaking it to girlie pop music, pretending someone is looking and thinking, god, she's hot.

so, what the fuck was that?

nancy wheeler's elder sister energy tickled my brain chemistry in all the right ways – i am her in the sense that i am indeed there emotionally but i am certainly not as cool but that won't stop me from making a playlist pretending i understand the depth of her psyche and write an essay for each song so that my friend can understand what i understand, see what i see-

Long ago, the two psychopaths lived together in harmony (albeit kinda). Then everything changed when Will Graham got a slick back.

i'm at that point of summer when i'm aching to make out with anyone who says anything remotely nice to me.

they should pay me for all these playlists i make instead of actually being in the moment-

so touch-starved and in such a yearning state of mind that i just got flustered locking eyes with one of my drawings-

Luca Guadagnino understands the universal human need to watch two hot people make out.

why is having a crush like this?

Dissociating my way through my last semester of uni.

I just need to make out with someone. A sloppy little make out session. Just to feel something, I guess.

I want to merge with the snow-soaked soil.

Just watched Return to Oz and princess Mombi is now on my manifestation board.