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The heart still double-crosses the mind. Why is it taking such a long time? At least you’re still writing, sporadically mind you, but still hammering out some text. At least there’s some things that stay the same.
Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
Feeling kinda low. Nothing specific per se…just one of those days I guess. It’s Friday, and no plans other than work. Just more of the same, which is nothing really.
strange to think that Nirvana was only around for 7 years and yet…changed everything.
people love to romanticize being a writer when really it's just clacky-clacky backspace snacky
My Mac laptop is 8 years old. It’s not even syncing anymore. Might be time for a new one but it’s such an investment. Ugh.
Call me Dahmer 'cause your heart's so tasty. Holy hell, what a line.
A Russian novel in a text from the wrong person.
Marlee has such a soothing voice
When someone’s gone, you can never ask them about that one song. Was it this one or that one? I can’t remember. Infinite suspension.
Beginning, middle, end.
two bags of groceries= $90 (!!!) what the hell is going onnnnn with this world? i don't even know anymore.
He can’t be wounded cause he’s got no heart
Five Aprils without you. How many Aprils do I have left…
Lightning and thunder…my dog is panting, scared, and not wanting to leave my side. Poor thing.
I have a work meeting at 7:15 am, with people from the UK again. Been up since 4am…couldn’t sleep, and feeling so exhausted.
A friend brought over chocolate chip and cookie dough ice cream…quite the adventurous flavour. I usually just get French Vanilla, because it’s the best.
Who was it that decided to put Wish you were here on your tombstone? Was it your brother? Sister?
Nevertheless, whenever I hear that song, I always think of you.
Scorsese red vs Twin Peaks Hell Scene red.
These Arms of Mine -Otis Redding
I feel anxious. My chest uneasy. Maybe it’s the coffee. Maybe it’s thoughts of you.
Blog until you die
stuck in a revolving door of sameness
emojis as poetry
I feel like I consume more than I make.
I worry about the wrong things.
I have a meeting at work soon and it always makes me feel like I’m going to get sacked.
why does who we are always take a back seat to what we do
Fuck work is painful today.
Why do I have to work my only life away.
Work is dragging and the only thing getting me through is the possibility of ordering take out.
I don’t think my boss likes me very much.
I wish there was a website platform that could last forever and would still be around long after you’re dead…so that a small piece of you could remain alive and connect with those from the future.
It’s my last day off before work tmrw. Already dreading it. I wish I could somehow work for myself instead of talking to a million people on the phone all day like a robot.
I might be too sensitive for social media.
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