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Stream of Conscience No. 1
I want.
I've already fallen in love with the idea of being away, but now I want to fall in love with being away. We will drive to a coast, with denim shorts and chromatic slushies. Then, bigger. I want to see every van Gogh painting, because he understood more about the human condition than I ever will. I want to sit in an art museum and sketch the things, but do the same thing on a street corner because the world can be art if you let it. I want to make art. God, I want to make art. In an apartment in a beautiful city somewhere, in a room with tall windows and a warm breeze.
I want to stop living in such fear and restriction, hiding from a monster that can't bother itself to recognize me. I want to dye my hair lilac without telling anyone or go cliff diving or do something that is nothing but dumb, because I can. I want to write, and everywhere. Bathroom stalls and cinder block walls. Wet cement. I want to write notes in bottles and throw them into the ocean, or leave them on windshields. I want to send a letter to someone I've never met because strangers deserve love too. I want a thousand pens to run out of ink in my name. I want novels and a dozen short stories and journals that line my shelves and spill onto my floor.
I want to speak beauty and truth. I want to live unattached somewhere far away where no one is checking for my footprints in the snow. For a moment, I want someone to be so endlessly interested in the way I talk that they can't think of anything else to do but listen. I want to absorb beats and laughter and knowledge and be interested in every single thing I come across, because I need to remember that the Earth is more beautiful than we give it credit for.
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The place I grew up, she is classically beautiful. She probably has curly hair and olive skin. She is pleasant, and everyone thought that made her enough. She seems always a little distracted and easy to view without feeling seen. I want to move to the city, some day. Her beauty is striking and looking away means you might miss something. I hear that she sprays paints in the dark and sits in coffee shops during the afternoon. That sounds lovely.
I'm hot and cold at the same time. pain. pain. pain. pain. and more pain. everywhere. but especially cramps. and PMS PMSPMSPMS UGSHSHSHHSHSKSKSKSKSKKS
i had no idea netflix had released a live-action mobpsycho100???? wtf is this????????
I passed my boss in the hall twice in the span of 10 minutes and this time I just said "We can't keep meeting like this," and honestly I don't know what came over me but it was fucking hilarious
Catching some morning sunshine 🌞
Genuinely worried I'm going to pass out from brain shit today, or alternatively, just slip out of the mental driver's seat entirely and lose 5 hours