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What I need is someone to wash my hair, four big spoons of max and cheese, and to sleep where no one has the keys
I love telling myself “there ain’t no rest for the wicked”under my breath while being a nice girl who works more than one job
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seems a little unfair that I’ll never have my portrait made by John Singer Sargent. I would have been really good at it. there’d be just a hint of canny amusement in my gaze toward the viewer and everything
There’s a secret timeline for anything that I do and no one is able to decipher it, least of all myself
Had my favorite kind of hang out last night: one where everyone compliments my handwriting and says that I have a transatlantic accent
I love reading my own writing and then saying hmm…trite…just as I expected
making gorgeous cookies at 10pm the recipe is be true to your self
jackson joyce, "11:05am, sunday," 2024, oil on canvas
i think bunnies came to earth because they're searching for something. for someone, perhaps
Regretting things is disrespecting your past self… you have to trust that you made the best decision otherwise you’re breaking down your relationship with yourself
avoidance has saved me from everything it's also killed me a hundred million times
talking to myself out loud and disagreeing with myself every now and then so that the spirits lingering in the cold corners of my room don't accuse me of monolithic thinking
turns out there’s always salvation in openness. it’s a bottomless pit