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ehnoshima

my magnum opus

archivings

shoes at Comme des Garcons Spring/Summer 1996

fionaapplerocks

Fiona Apple, May 2018

ineverhavenightmares

same fiona, same

tonightweredrinkingfromthebong

lamignonette

Spring Cleaning

Grocery shopping.

Fruit pyramid.

Pay. Leave.

Unwrapping a Korean face mask with foolish hopes.

Big Bang theory is strangely appealing in 2018.

Waiting for. For. For. Waiting.

New symptoms: eyes, nose. New things. Waiting.

My mom writes amazing groceries lists.

The new Klorane shampoo is so nice. Hair feels fresh and sleek, like 90s Versace runway supermodels.

90s drum ‘n’ bass sounds strangely refined in 2018.

Pretty good at confrontation these days. It’s a new characteristic that I’m not fully aware of still. It feels uncomfortable, like when you spill tea in your bed and there’s this huge wet spot you keep avoiding all night.

Talking is difficult and again I feel like I’m turning into someone else. Spring is violent. It hurts, it aches. It pushes everything dead away with eccentric blossoming. Like in Disney’s films.

Shedding and peeling pieces of things I no longer am, making room for others.