art star

[dancing_reverie]

my hands are so cold i'm having difficulty typing. moving out of this icebox and into ammon's, the room formally known as the rec room in the house currently known as the great depression (for its history not its mood). green walls, company after living alone for over a year now. heat, both body and electric. a backyard for wicked gil.



i've become out of touch, not with reality but with those around me.




things on my mind: idaho skies, sex as validation, sleeeeep, deductive arguments, slippery slopes, the fucking dean's list.