3/25: andre was calling me for help for something, then we bought a harry potter book together? he wrote me a letter of rec

3/23: back together with him at mood ring, emily was djing, he had three things to tell me and he told me he loved me?

3/23: broke a glass in my hand, jonathan picked out the shards

3/17: dreamt about exo members that have left, was in an office job and he was in the floor behind me so obviously i came to bother him. so many people, claustrophobic new york. we were late to either comic-con or a concert?

3/8: i was counting a lot of things. my big in college was there, alexis

leave you with your bare heart and your mended bones waiting for me to come back

i’m a lover of the prefigurative, the makeshift, the missing.

desire unfinishes us

to love someone is firstly to confess: i’m prepared to be devastated by you.

i am interested in longing, in longing so deep it threatens to splinter a person apart

It has taken me a long time to learn desire itself
is not monstrous,
but indulgence in ritual
without replenishment
is deadly.

the real definition of gut wrenching is listening to the voice note you left me on a random day on my way home, sobering up. i gave myself permission to listen and “hi baby hope you had a good day” kept me company, i don’t know why i didn’t do it for you