Entering My Henry Winter Era (I Have Constant Migraines And I Want To Commit Crimes)

anarchism and god complex

i consume too much caffeine, don’t sleep enough and don’t read enough.

also i have to spend more time in nature.

i need to touch grass so i can feel alive.

when Charles Bukowski wrote— “ i often carry things to read / so that i will not have to look at / the people. ” i felt that.

oh how I keep thinking of how tartt would write me if she ever did

(it's never happening)

i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

reading books in Latin, coffee stained papers, piles of books on the desk, spilled ink, wine bottles with a candle stick in it, cherry red lips, a very chaotic mind of new stanzas and creative work. Grecian artwork and statues that crumbled over time. revlon lipsticks and dior blush.