can’t sleep.
Edith Piaf, Geneva, 1938
by Marcel Bolomet
Gurl just watched la vie en rose 2 days ago and sort of wanted to die fromm sadness but I love her!
Lame first post in months of a picture of all of my favorite items together on top of my grandmother’s dresser which is also included in the favorite items
cheese
it’s weird getting up and the sky being black always, but i’m getting used to it know that i am An Adult. pshaw who am i kiddin, i have a temporary job that’s just more of what i’m already used to (sitting in front of a computer, staring out the window, imagining godzilla splash through the ohio river, coffee, coffee, coffee). it’s nice being close to my family; i went home last weekend and watched tons of movies with my dad which is good especially if it’s movies like baby’s day out. i guess i can’t really be weirdly protective of kentucky anymore since welp here i am. i can say that i miss just about two people actively everyday, but this has ultimately been good for my brain, i’m pretty sure. i have a bed. it’s a mild fall.
this is my new favorite song.
the mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling.
everything is as it should be,
nothing will ever change,
nobody will ever die.
-v.n. speak, memory
Pretty much everyday I wish my life was Say Anything.
Girl everyday this past week, I’ve been wearing this jacket I have with a radio-toting lloyd dobbler on it. It’s so old and has holes and that movie might be my favorite movie of all time.
YOU’LL BE BETTER & YOU’LL BE SMARTER & MORE GROWN UP & A BETTER DAUGHTER OR A SON AND A REAL GOOD FRIEND
scream queens is getting in the way of me packing or doing anything productive at all
I’m really happy.
