Trolling

“Be emotional or you’re not being at all.”

(I am a lot stronger than I look)

Don’t know how I feel about you but there is conviction behind what I know I feel about myself. 

Got home feeling sober and hairy. Anxious to close my eyes and lie in bed and dream of the possibilities. 

I’m going to jet off into my cosmos and leave the world behind. Your mind spinning makes me gag. 

Don’t forget yourself. I thought we had a sort of crystalline existence but the pathways are clogged with shit. 

smokelore:

everyone deserves a boyfriend like louisa only horny in private and willing to buy you the dumbest shit from a holistic shop

Insanity in the form of sanity is what I know best.

Her eyes spin in her head like shadows of pinwheels. She’s spent a large portion of her life wasted and high in the belly of smokey, sweaty, dark spaces. Blue stage lights cutting through cigarette smog and pale sweaty people milling around. Come to think of it, blue lights seem to be a reoccurring theme. 

She’s also spent another portion of her life in the cleavage of deep blue salt water, lush blue-green West coast mountains, and brilliant warm sunshine. Wake in the morning, sweating bodies in a sleeping bag on a grassy field. Trot across the rocky beach to the water’s edge or the pier and take the plunge.

But it’s here amidst city life and apartment air that she feels the most obsolete. External stimuli is limited to exercise, the internet, him, and her own thoughts. So insanity supplants sanity. Rather, insanity is transfigured. Or has sanity been moulded into a precocious sort of psychosis? Early onset dementia in the form of my early/mid twenties?