when mary oliver wrote “you do not have to be good” she was tacitly endorsing my choice to skip working out today in favor of eating frosted mini wheats in bed while watching dateline

one of the underrated joys of summer is escaping a stiflingly hot afternoon by way of the movie theater then emerging a few hours later into a still-warm, but softer-seeming evening

first date idea: we fuck up an entire kings family restaurant angry mob sundae

me at 15: this suffering is endless; i must die; sylvia plath was right; death is the only mercy from this loneliness

me at 24: might eat soup tomorrow

JOJO U CANNOT OUTDO THE DOER!!!!!

moon... a hole of light...

QUICK how do i make this eclipse about me

Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius
I don't feel any pain

“professional dress” “business casual” i am defending my thesis with an entire bouquet of baby’s breath braided through my hair

$4.95 at the thrift store…they had no idea how much a loser 24 year old poet & certified bird girl would’ve paid…

i guess that kant getting eaten