Sinclair at first and then wherever I land in two years. Jumping the gun a bit, I’m going for pediatric nursing. Oncology specifically and specially.
I couldn’t hold back a smile
I still wish I could have seen you having sex in the morning
your love was foreign to me
it made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be
but I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked
it’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough" — Joyce Manor
day one hundred and seventy five. We were lights off and laughing like the last time. It was probably the first, but things double back on themselves like spines bent and stumbling. The way that some things become full circle when you’ve got your back turned. I could feel it all flickering, always have. The red glow and all of those stars burned on the backs of our eyes. It’s become nine to fives, and late nights. Curling up inside of all of it, fragments and bodies too tired to dream. I could feel it all flickering. Always have.
My heart is in my gut and I have responded to this three different ways now. I hope you get my point…… Enough is not enough.
when everything is so fucked that you can’t even get horny watching porn
