I am not sick I am not sick I am not sick
apparently it’s absolutely hot outside, and I have to rethink my jumper-based outfit.
I’m actually kind of into The Outdoors, but I don’t really like sleeping in it for too long, so I make this ~thing~ that I’m not.
bawling my face off along to ‘Stay Free’, by the Clash, because: feelings.
this is one of the good signs.
I’m about to get so coherent.
Velvet Underground (and Nico) - I’ll be your mirror
heart this always.
have all the feelings.
you guys are all fucking wonderful.
I’ve been a bit of a sulk lately, and I’ve probably given some bad impressions. but—wow—I have some amazing people in my life. and I’ve decided that caring hard isn’t something I should try to hide. hold tight, get brave.
I hate Nico.
it’s coming to something
I think
I don’t know what
I think
a Grotesque Animal
like, nothing helped me keep up with you
so I struggled forward until I saw you
philosophising notions of desire.
and, with nothing, you courted me
and, by-and-by, you caught up with me
willingly, I dove into your fire.
but nothing like the dream of you
no love helped me agree with you
it made me sick to have your face near mine.
and nothing held me close to you
I couldn’t give my soul to you
a clumsy kind of nothing left at all
… like need, or whatever, that feeds itself
with its own meaning, or it’s own means.
like drowning in fire, or fire drowning in itself.
first week / last week … carefree
what it’s like in my mind.
failing so hard just now: let’s all dance.
(Martin Solveig & Dragonette - Hello)
BORED NOW.
love minus zero / no limit
there is my soul in here
what it’s like in my mind
