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happy birthday pops. i miss you.
oh no. farewell Madmartigan <3
lights are flashing and the sky is rumbling
every month theyāre renovating another unit in the building and i just canātš
spent most of the morning making colourful tags within a table for my blog and it took a lot of work! happy with the results though. will i keep it? not sure, we shall see š¤
A Russian novel in a text from the wrong person.
Marlee has such a soothing voice
When someoneās gone, you can never ask them about that one song. Was it this one or that one? I canāt remember. Infinite suspension.
Beginning, middle, end.
He canāt be wounded cause heās got no heart
Five Aprils without you. How many Aprils do I have leftā¦
Lightning and thunderā¦my dog is panting, scared, and not wanting to leave my side. Poor thing.
I have a work meeting at 7:15 am, with people from the UK again. Been up since 4amā¦couldnāt sleep, and feeling so exhausted.
A friend brought over chocolate chip and cookie dough ice creamā¦quite the adventurous flavour. I usually just get French Vanilla, because itās the best.
Who was it that decided to put Wish you were here on your tombstone? Was it your brother? Sister?
Nevertheless, whenever I hear that song, I always think of you.
Scorsese red vs Twin Peaks Hell Scene red.
I feel anxious. My chest uneasy. Maybe itās the coffee. Maybe itās thoughts of you.
Blog until you die
stuck in a revolving door of sameness
emojis as poetry
I feel like I consume more than I make.
I worry about the wrong things.
I have a meeting at work soon and it always makes me feel like Iām going to get sacked.
why does who we are always take a back seat to what we do
Fuck work is painful today.
Why do I have to work my only life away.
Work is dragging and the only thing getting me through is the possibility of ordering take out.
I wish there was a website platform that could last forever and would still be around long after youāre deadā¦so that a small piece of you could remain alive and connect with those from the future.
Itās my last day off before work tmrw. Already dreading it. I wish I could somehow work for myself instead of talking to a million people on the phone all day like a robot.
I might be too sensitive for social media.
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