all together, all breathing, all on Earth, at night.
I finished my bike. I'm gonna figure out how to post pictures on here just to display it's orange and baby blue godliness.
Austin and I took a ride to the canal last night and lied on a hill of grass. I was amazed at our different perceptions of the dark abyss above and the orange color reflecting from the clouds. I said it felt so close I could almost touch it; he said it felt infinite.
I don't want to ever touch the sky. What would be left to guess about?
I get mustaches from everything.
Kool Aid, milk, wine. It never fails.
I'm eternally wiping my mouth in fear of walking around with extras on my lips.
Amelie always makes me feel funny after it's closing. I don't know what, and I can't exactly explain it.
I had such an overwhelming feeling of human desperation earlier today. Like nothing mattered to anyone or anyone cared about anyone but themselves. me included. it felt disgusting and i cried.
I feel like the short stoires I'm reading right now [no one belongs here more than you by miranda july] have been giving me a more cynical view of people and their motives lately. I'm not sure how I feel about this. The awkward characters she portrays are often engaged in uncomfortable sexual situations. They take it. They take it. They keep taking loneliness, aggression, absence. I want to shake them for days. I want to tell them this isn't how the world is, but what if it is?
What if we're all fooling ourselves with our "normal" daily ongoings? What if the universe is fooling us?
Austin and I took a ride to the canal last night and lied on a hill of grass. I was amazed at our different perceptions of the dark abyss above and the orange color reflecting from the clouds. I said it felt so close I could almost touch it; he said it felt infinite.
I don't want to ever touch the sky. What would be left to guess about?
I get mustaches from everything.
Kool Aid, milk, wine. It never fails.
I'm eternally wiping my mouth in fear of walking around with extras on my lips.
Amelie always makes me feel funny after it's closing. I don't know what, and I can't exactly explain it.
I had such an overwhelming feeling of human desperation earlier today. Like nothing mattered to anyone or anyone cared about anyone but themselves. me included. it felt disgusting and i cried.
I feel like the short stoires I'm reading right now [no one belongs here more than you by miranda july] have been giving me a more cynical view of people and their motives lately. I'm not sure how I feel about this. The awkward characters she portrays are often engaged in uncomfortable sexual situations. They take it. They take it. They keep taking loneliness, aggression, absence. I want to shake them for days. I want to tell them this isn't how the world is, but what if it is?
What if we're all fooling ourselves with our "normal" daily ongoings? What if the universe is fooling us?