There's something so romantic...
Rotting in bed rn after too many beers but I got up, brushed my teeth, and put red lipstick on. Now I'm back in bed listening to tunes with the curtains drawn. I am not happy but I am content🫶
I am high-school-level depressed lately and have been bailed on three times this weekend alone… in my mind I’m giving this painting, going totally horizontal and nibbling shroom chocolate as I plumb the unsavory depths of the internet for mind numbing bullshit to watch. also I put on a little nightgown with sheep on it ❤️
not bed rotting, but doing things in bed. being sat with my computer in bed, under the blanket, cat by my side, just like doing work watching a show or like reading a book... rummaging the internet. I looooohhveee it sooo much its so comfy... never want to leave
lounging on the stack of pillows I've gathered on the sofa,
listening to cocteau twins,
lights are dimmed and so cozy they make the living room orange now, at 10:39pm
i must look so calm and relaxed, yet
i am plagued with a conflict
to eat or not to eat
i grew up in a house in the middle of absolutely nowhere and my mother's bathroom windows and walls were all glass block and i think it's so beautiful and fun and nostalgic. doesn't it also look so tasty and nice to chew on?
what does your handwriting look like? how do you sign off? how do you - or do you not - dot your 'i's??
i want to know you all through a handwritten note, i want to know you that much!!
