i am usually so, so sad when the sky is grey but when i am driving with someone i love, that sadness fizzles into something small enough not to matter. we are listening to adrianne lenker as they drive through the winding hills. the fields are covered in wild lupine. intimacy rests in the gaps in our conversation
Ambient, moody as hell. She is perfect for gazing out a snowy window or driving through fog or taking in a stormy beach or walking under a gray canopy of clouds. can‘t get enough.
one of my roommate is a poet & sometimes, days later, i find bits of our conversations in the poetry she writes. she likes to read us whatever she’s working on before bed. i often fall asleep in the quiet that follows, thinking about how lucky i’ve become to live in a space where queer being and longing flows freely and abundantly
