i want to make art that is full of rest but unfortunately all i write about is grrrr
thinking about the ocean (obsessively)
donnez plage svp
i need to talk to him about The Thing & i ✨ don't want to at all ✨
going through my notes app to write out au propre the poems i got on there is Not Fun!! so many emotions!! gross!!
you may not need memory to survive but you probably need it to live huh
leos on my mind
you can tell how dedicated i was to that relationship by the fact there are four (4) songs in my playlist about her
correction: is creative nonfiction just real-life fanfiction?
is fiction just real-life fanfiction?
so many new thoughts
all tech people
does chuck e cheese still exist?
about to have a class in a language i do! not! understand
coming home is the softest phrase
oh to watch ghibli movies with someone you feel safe with
should i have stayed? should i have?
sometimes i think the only reason i'm here is because it was the next step
the himbo chronicles
thinking about how chickens' heads don't move
wish the walls weren't so thin they echo
what if we held hands,, & watched portrait de la jeune fille en feu,, & i could tell you all my favorite quotes from it,,
calling my friends >>>
it's raining for the first time (or perhaps the first time while i'm awake?) since i've gotten here & it feels,, appropriate
it feels like this year is just about me preparing to go back
sorry i can't come to the party i'm * checks notes * working on a novel?
what if men just stopped
dreamt i was with them & then when a left the other a cried in my arms & told me she loved me
men are so annoyinggg
didn't see the atlantic this year that's why sad
also remember when i showed her around my hometown?? incredible
sometimes i remember t w is blurbing my next chap & like htf wow
lmao what if i actually want to live in france though
kinda wish i was drinking wine & talking nonsense with her again
(linguistics is definitely ruining my brain)
idk grammar's kinda cool actually
rien me réjouit plus que voir les traductions de la petite dernière sortir une par une, i love fatima daas so much
thought of the day: butches
i can't believe my room smells like her perfume now this is what i get for taking home the little pschitt-pschitt-ed paper thingy from the perfume store
shoes too small or just too new?
never missed french so much as these days
the fact that tendre is both tender & reaching
alright maybe i do feel a little lonely but i can't be bothered to go out again today
i miss the people i didn't know that well at all which sUcks because it's not like i can reach out to them
seems that my floor is cereal-colored
vingt ans de ma vie à penser que c'était sous les soleils des tropiques but it was sunlights all this time
thinking about how they punched a bigot <3
no thoughts, only frustration at not being able to get the books i wanted from the library
so many blonds
(yes i am thinking about names & languages & the self again)
weird having to introduce myself in english & so using my full first name after the past years of introducing myself in french with a shortened version of it
i am cOld i don't like this
every time i get a new tattoo i spend a few weeks really Feeling Myself like y'all i'm so hot it's incredible
love the idea of people reading my poems
hate the idea of people reading my poems
i can't wait to bake pies & i hope the kitchen has an oven
every time i hug my friends it's one last hug before The Last Hug
it feels so scary getting old
thinking about her often (in a gay way)
erasure poems,,, more like erase me poems
erasure poems,,, i think about you a lot
the world is heavy. crying is good. i just want to nap now.
always hungry maybe i should make fries
gosh france is terrible i hate it here
thinking about leaving is terrifying. i would like to rest. preferably in the bed of someone i love, while they're in the room busy with something else. safety in their smell & their presence.
i miss finding the notes you'd leave me in the morning.
clothes bring me but little joy
i'm getting obsessed with how to code websites damn
sorry can't come to the phone rn, i'm rethinking all my artistic persona
i keep forgetting the pasta water
lots of thoughts. brain on loop
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