Geranium killer Throat of soil of and mind like stone Please don’t defend a silver lining Around the halo of what is already shining When all the planets are aligning For an afternoon that’s never ending Call on me, call on me, call on m
Wanderlust/wondering in general/anxious/caffeine/finally got enough sleep/monotonous professors/job hunts/once a month I might try because losing a friend can be quite stupid/Don’t expect anything anyways/diethylamide/Psilocybi/organizing things/ meeting out of state transfer deadlines/ burning all those mixes(remembering all those addresses)/ finishing books you started too long ago/groceries and other trivial essentials/being straightforward/practicing your signs/cut your bangs/tweeze those brows/who gives a shit about makeup/ break in those docs more/call your mother/get potting soils from Lee/take another bike ride like that last long one/find cheaper film/there’s been more laughter than blasé moments lately, so feel invigorated by that, I guess/to the man asking me to donate money for the Japanese earthquake victims in Japan:I really wish I could./Michele Bachmann is an abomination to women/Stop ordering expensive screen printing materials so you can afford that road trip and food dumbie/Take some more time for yourself/What are you really going to do about all the travesties life throws at you? Laugh.
“I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)