Stuck in Australia, momentarily.
I'm just trying to communicate/empty my mind into a pensieve-styled blog.
I think I’m going to give up tumblr for a while.
Like a good while.
I feel like I kind of just come on here now out of habit, but I don’t really want to be here?
I think I’ll just spend my time reading or drawing or playing music again, because I keep getting trapped in this cycle of scrolling through my dash and I just…
I don’t even feel connected to this blog anymore? And I haven’t for a very long time. I feel like I’ve just been holding onto it for ages out of sheer stubbornness - attaching myself to something to create an idea that wasn’t really there in the first place.
I won’t delete, but I’m just going to….leave, for a while. Because it feels like I’m just blurring out my brain half the time. And it’s just making me sad.
I really like a lot of people on here though and I’m thoroughly invested in your lives even if we don’t talk often so um add me on Facebook if you want, I guess?
I buy all your favorite foods so I will be ready when you come home
because once I did this and you said “This is how I know you love
I go on long walks alone and think about a poem my friend wrote
that goes ”This is how you die by distance.”
I hum the sound of the dial tone under my breath.
I stare at my hands and wonder at their uses. I consider pawning
my thighs. I consider auctioning off my hip bones. I put my breasts in
a box on the top shelf of the closet. I do not need them now.
I think of all the things I have to tell you when I will see you.
I just found out pumpkins are technically fruits
Cary Grant’s first job was in a traveling circus
Most mammals are born able to walk and learn to run within minutes, so we are not crazy for moving so fast.
This morning I wrote your name in the steam on my mirror, even though I knew it would fade within minutes
In my best notebook I wrote “I miss you” ten thousand times.
I wrote “I think I am missing one of my ribs”
I wrote “I envy the way leaves know exactly when to fall from the branches and when to come back in the spring”
I wrote “Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.”