dont reallly feel like biking in 40 degree weather to get a pisco sour

listening to banshee beat, swirly lights from jamie swirling, thinking of that one august on staten island at kwynn's when i texted rebekah about like hurricane harvey. i think that was my last message. at least i think it was

poetically speaking, it would be the perfecet time for my [redacted] to [redacted] just cause its new year's eve, y'know?

looking over the covers page of the books i read this year thinking about how each marked a specific moment, mindset, etc. eras. it makes sense. right now, this moment, doesnt make sense

listening to stuff i addded to my 'likes' on spotify ten years ago. like weezer. and jamie xx. sufjan

when i think abouit what it means to be special to someone. i don't think i deserve that recognition.

i just want to see the 25 turn to 26 alone i think

sorry that i still use spotify. im a #fake leftist i suppose

listening to bright eyes (lol) thinking of the time my younger sister was driving me somewhere, had to be recent, and she played bright eyes (lol) maybe she wasn't driving... but she did queueu up bright eyes (lol)

me and my 'i deserve' mental distortions