phantom pain in the form of feelings displacing me back into the hallway of our beginnings a difference between where i am physically, running shoes cradling my feet against concrete while my mind is not here nor there where i left you and you left me and i can’t remember anymor...

i feel as though starting new hobbies lately require so much money. why can’t i just pick things off the forest floor or maybe it rains down from the sky

boil hot water. steep tea bag. too hot!!! too!! hot!!! leave it on the desk. fall asleep. the tea is cold and not the same. rinse and repeat 🔁

home from uni. my friend slept on the floor of my room and snored like a woodcutting factory. before he left, he ate the chicken and pesto pasta my mother made, then washed the dishes on his own accord. my sister allows me to test her latest recipes: a honey oat latte that i requ...

in a fit of anger, i shot up from bed and wrote down in detail your downfall. i burn the paper on my bathroom sink, pre-sprinkled with salt for protection. as the smoke rose, so did my anger.

making space 🌀 the universe is in alignment with my endeavours

received a tarot reading / sitting by the beach / “another beer please!” / they give three because it was happy hour / rolling a joint / taking photos of the sky — this is my lovely little life

thinking about my copy of richard siken’s crush, 20th anniversary edition, and how he talks about the intimacy of his line breaks and the ever so artfully placed semicolon, that this is his way of letting the reader view his work through his lenses.

scented candles niche local atelier perfumes home made matcha poke bowls my apple music library skyrim / sdv bob’s burgers rhode vanilla blue dream peach riot tonkatsu and ebi the stories i wrote your inner child safe in my arms an incomplete list of things you will lose (qua...

my friend came to see me this morning. she gave me a red bag of souvenirs from her recent trip to vietnam. it’s 7 in the morning, and we walked around the neighborhood, smoking as we make our way towards the bakery. we share a paper bag of freshly made bread, warm and crisp, soft...

i wish to carress how you sign your name on papers, to thumb over areas of pressure where the ink has splotched. but you never gave me something tangible, and i suppose this makes it easier for you to disappear. i don’t have a box of mementos and items with lingering memoria ...

this relationship is the only thing i feel i have done right, but i am ruining it too.

something intimate yet monstrous regarding small town murder drama. started watching twin peaks for the first time, and it feels visceral compared to the mortality shown by its siblings of the same genre. my first heartbreak is a patient. the succeeding feels like an afterthought...

pain similar to how you can tell rain will be followed by lightning, creeping in during the afternoons like insomnia at night. chronic depression, & pain, & insomnia. all curable by magical marijuana— but i’m trying to be better. withdrawal symptoms acting as an enzyme in this ...

i woke up at 4:52 pm in the afternoon. my stomach has been empty since the day before, exactly at 2:28 pm. i do nothing but read and stay in bed. my mind is clear from mind-altering substances. nothing of consequence directly looms over me. i have all the time in the world. there...

rediscovered gooey by glass animals through a “which hsr character are you?” personality quiz