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Everyone loves stories of the good girl unravelling, but now, as I recall, there is a certain pleasure in destroying oneself.
I met an old acquaintance last night at 1 am, on a whim to not go home, but to greet summer with wine and a midnight visit.

It was well worth it.

And, as usual, the most wonderful ideas come at 3 am, when you're tired of thoughts, and then they just suddenly start forming into coherent and beautiful lines of prose within your mind - the kind of clarity that is elusive during long, busy days. Despite the fact that I am in a constant state of restlessness - at work, where I feel my time is up ( Read more... )

I can't wait until I say goodbye to you, cruel job.

I keep telling myself that I need to start keeping a diary to keep track of every day.


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I have a thirst for creativity, insomnia and prayer.

a summer you want to roll around in
between sheets, atop green hills

just every sprig of spring

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Oh Cafe Vian,
You had the most delicious spinach and ricotta ravioli.

It's funny, how after all of the terribly awkward meetings we've had, I just find myself suddenly...

i'm going through a very egoistic and narcissistic phase
though i quite clearly understand
that my uttermost egoism
is some people's most benevolent day