Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on this earth as though I had a right to be here.
Be responsible for the energy you bring.
Just realized there’s a john lennon wall in Prague and now I’m super fucking excited to see that on my birthday and the astronomical clock and and and I kinda wish I was in Prague longer and Berlin less but really am I complaining about this???
Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?