rubies.

This may be my all-time favorite song. Easily top 10.



Dan Bejar is a genius.

I wanted you. I wanted your blues.
Your blues

All good things must come to an end
The bad ones just go on forever
Isn't that what i just said?
It is now and it is never

Don't worry about her
She's been known to appreciate the elegance of an empty room
Look, I made you this broom
A predicate warning to the sun -
This night advances on...

The sketchy crowd shows me drawings, they're alright
And alternately dim and frightful waste
Now come on honey let's go outside
You disrupt the world's disorder just by virtue of your grace, you know...
I didn't want to go, but leave I must...
As gratifying as this dust was.

look for the nines

I am a scientist at heart. I know Occam's razor. Sometimes creepy coincidences are not signs of agreement from the universe. Sometimes they are just creepy coincidences.

But hopefully sometimes the universe is agreeing with me, too.



Mika and I made what we called a sloppy cunt cake tonight. It was pink and heart-shaped and haphazardly covered in frosting and sprinkles. It's crass, but you get it. She helped me realize that everything is as it ought to be in this best of all possible worlds.

total girl crush.

Lou Doillon could probably use a proper meal, but I love her.

I was an angry teenage girl which ought to surprise no one. I loved Sylvia Plath, and every once in a while, she draws me back in.

March 1, 1956: Thursday
I can hear the wounded, miraculous furry voice of the dear bête whispering so slow through the palace of floating curtains. And the Angel Huertebise and Death melt through mirrors like water. Only in your eyes did the winds come from other planets, and it cuts me so, when you speak to me through every word of French, through every single word I look up bleeding in the dictionary.

dreaming of..

late night pool parties, soft serve ice cream, and the dude with the beard three photos down. mmhmm.

waxing gibbous.

Department of Eagles: "Teenagers"

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