i was thinking of compiling a playlist of songs that all include the line ‘we’re not in kansas anymore’. but now even the thought of having to follow through with that task makes me feel tired.

the water at my house is causing all of my cutlery to rust. i don’t know what to do about it.

& the worst part / is that there’s nothing to do:

sketches from the plane yesterday:

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there’s no connecting thread between any of these things. just things. together here.

i woke up decisive, intending to remove yesterday’s poem (because reasons), posted after a really long day & a vodka with lime. but adam wrote that he likes it & now it stays. i can’t make up my mind about anything. maybe that will never change.