I don't know what I'm saying. I guess what I mean is is sometimes I don't know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touched the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?

The seats are empty. The theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting?

the feminine urge to spend all your time in bookstores, to sip tea in cafes, to wear ribbons in your hair and always have a book in your bag

think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.

illegible handwriting, coffee rings on notebooks, putting gloves on only to take them off again, dark lipstick, walking to class when it's not raining enough for an umbrella but just enough to fog up your glasses, stone buildings, latin poetry, pen smudges, waking up while its still dark outside, cinnamon, cold noses, swaying trees, half moons, cuffed sleeves, silence

"You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry."

Girl, take care of yourself. Take a nice, relaxing bath, scrub and cleanse. Put on a face mask, put on your favourite perfume, wear your silk nightgown, watch a romance movie then rest in your pretty bedsheets like the princess that you are. Spoil yourself 💗