the thunder outside is a real symphony today. loud and demanding and more regular than not

found papers where 13-15y/o me wrote who he wanted to be. i feel not guilt but discomfort, like a shrug & a "i'm sorry it didn't work out"

it's awful how much i want to say but can only say indirectly, vaguely, because it seems so damned when i say it out loud

i think it's very possible that nylon tattoo sleeves r gonna enter alt fashion at some point soon

listened to Garbage's self-titled all the way thru. lots more religious imagery than i was expecting

listening to Jeff Buckley at the Bataclan, '95, & i'm not sure what to do with myself

thinking so much about ruralisolationshortie & the virtue that is confessional anonymity online

been thinking a lot about girlhood and how to take mine back. hurt a rib while working out.

very, very excited to see the other two whores of babylon tomorrow

no i shouldn't have cut my hair but it's gonna grow out beautifully

my therapist told me he could see me w his job even though i told him i can't do psychiatry the same way i can't get paid for making art