ew i did a fart and it smells like a bad salad
can people who have been/go clubbing tell me what it’s like? i might be going for my friends birthday tomorrow and i’m not going with many people i’m friends with and can’t dance but wanna go so my friend is happy?
i’m so sleepy and have showered and am warm and eating percy pigs that my sister sent me and happy because i spent a day and a half with rhianne and despite the fact we spent 50% of our time on trains it was so lovely and we saw the head and the heart last night who were incredible and it was one of the most beautiful concerts i’ve ever seen and we got macdonalds and cider and she slept in my bed and made cute noises in her sleep and we spent today in greenhouses and there were daffodils EVERYWHERE and we had yummy lunch and sugary coffee and bagels and we people watched and she was so nice to talk to and easy to be around and i love her
Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.
I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.
i’ve dreamed about snow on march 3rd for two years in a row now