Right now, I am going to shower and brush my teeth, while I am in said shower and not take an hour because I need to wash off the horrible melancholy that draped itself over me and get into the sun. Also, I should eat something. Maybe my stomach will get confused/distracted and stop tying untying tying pulling itself over and over and over into anxious, gnawing knots.
Otherwise, I am going to start screaming and not stop and be a generally horrible monster of a person. There are no lovely words today, only the grumbling of prematurely aged old woman, aches and pains included, with the shortest fuse, weepy eyes and exhaustion running through her veins.
Adieu, I trust the shower and God's sky to heal me.
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were these taken with my holga?
Oui oui monsieur. I also have the ones you took (obvs.)
my lovely, it sounds like we should hang out soon. I can brim over and splash you with some summer festival loving. miss you.
keats!Â