"dead skeletons carved as ivory mantle pieces"
"Your 3.7 is alive. I love it. So much energy. Stronger than coffee. Twice as bitter. I'm going to hang it up in my office and wink at it and make believe."it must be a lie, but it's not written so. funny how words from a stranger can make me glow. i need more fucking honey in my life instead of bleached processed sugar. wouldn't it be nice if i could pull a griffin and sabine and fall in love with imagination that makes itself real?
i can't tell if i'm blind and incredibly selfish, or if it's about time i took care of myself for a change. but i'm not what i want.
