And you bend the hazel bow
Today was a bad brain day. Sometimes they happen, and sometimes my brain doesn't give a shit about bad timing. I get that. Sometimes it's enough to just get to the other side of the day, and I did.
I tend to hum - a little obsessively, honestly - when I'm anxious. Sometimes I'll even sing to myself. The same couple of verses, over and over. This was today's song: by Ben Hope and Ben Loyal
If I could escape into a story, I mean, literally, dump my consciousness into a spaceship kind of escape, you'd better believe today is the kind of day I'd do it. You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth (
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I tend to hum - a little obsessively, honestly - when I'm anxious. Sometimes I'll even sing to myself. The same couple of verses, over and over. This was today's song: by Ben Hope and Ben Loyal
If I could escape into a story, I mean, literally, dump my consciousness into a spaceship kind of escape, you'd better believe today is the kind of day I'd do it. You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth (
comments)