I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us
I’m doing that thing where I fetishize objects that the person I like gave to me. Today it is an orange for breakfast. Do you guys do that? Suddenly this very very ordinary thing gets chocked full of meaning and becomes ridiculously beautiful. But it’s just a silly orange. I kind of feel crazy but I kind of feel like I’m floating too.