How I feel seasoning my soup with 2 bay leaves, 3 pinches of thyme, and generous doses of love .

I would like to be gently mashed into a medicinal poultice and spread across your wounds.

Love is cool ig but have you ever dipped a madeleine in tea and been dragged screaming through the corridors of memory?

There’s so much beauty in death

Watching films on Internet archive

Skipped breakfast cause I’m full of spite

No pesticides. Just love.

The concept of internships

29 June, 1926 (Berlin) My darling, You haven't written for ages. You haven't written for ages. You haven't written for ages. My darling...

If I was a blueberry, I would only be sweet for the kind-hearted. The cruel would find me bitter and gross.

They’re going to pull your joie de vivre out of your little trembling heart, break it in two and hand you the sharper half to cut the cake. They’ll take the bigger slice of course. And you’ll get the crumbs, which you’ll nibble off the table as you clean their mess.

They just turned me into a cake

Don’t care. Didn’t ask. Plus I’m busy finding the sharpest pleasures in despair.

My next piercing will involve an arrow through my heart

I am this arrogant because in a past life I lived in a matriarchal commune with seven tiny men who served me and an army of woodland creatures who adored me.

The only thing keeping me going rn is the thought of persimmons in October.

Yeah I'm into BDSM (Balzac, Dumas, Stendhal, Maupassant)

3 days after adding Sulfur to my tomatoes

It’s actually very important to separate the art from the artist so I can hate them both individually

Just realised I can ignore emails. Ignore messages. I can simply choose not to respond. To anything. Ever again.