not actually,

for now and the future, all i want is a simple life.
filled with art, tea, ___, books and music.

while looking at old photographs, i could smell her scent again.

untitled 1,

my bones are your bones.

i long to go to the place where my grandmother was born.

thorns,

i feel much more unattractive because i do not agree.

its been a while,

play costumes lots, cupcakes for dinner, photographs in bed. "im gonna live forever", making decadent sandwiches, i won jenga! resting on floors. reading lots, cover songs. fresh sheets, bleeding fingernails, sewing needles. cheap dinners, falling asleep. johnny cash, "oops, i dooo have an exam this week". plus degree weather! and nice walks! free car, old film, goat cheese. owls, owls, owls. secret love letters, secret poems, secret sex.
home in a few days. its been a while since i have seen home.

i am very stuck on epiphenomenalism.