i used to watch a lot of the walking dead it was oddly comfortable, in a way that felt so new i wanted to vomit i watched that for months i was entranced it was comfortable, like that the gleamy eyed promises to confirm a glimmer of humanity filled my brain with a soft hewn mass cool and smelling like tiger balm all the while life went on i can remember looking out, that 12 week summer i started to miss lori at some point… and shane and T-Dog and that guy from the wire and the sharp pain of a life i never fully digested hit again so it does, looking out to the street and then i remember retracting away, safely calm in the womb while Michonne and Andrea hibernated, i fill my lungs again with air and exhaled the uncanny feelings of the day i did that a lot last summer, and the one before. this summer i’ve stopped watching that show. i don’t know what to do with this nausea anymore 6 —————— i was learning a john mayer song one day slow dancing in a burning room now i’m thinking more how to try and have fun in an awkward time but christ it pains me it always has that’s why i fucking learned how to play slow dancing holed up in my room and like others before and since wanted so deeply to play it with others like once idk and i never did and now i forgot how to play it but gimmie 20 min and ill probably figure it out maybe,,, idk 8-12? ❀❀❀ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}{}{}{}{}{]{][}[]{}[]}{}{]{}{}{][}{}][}}[{}{}{[][}{}{[][{}{}[]{}{}{{}] listening to: (favs - ❀) la bruja - victor martinez ❀ amante bandido - Miguel Bosé The Lady Has No Heart - St. Elmo’s Fire ❀ rain when possible enjoying the silence (but like fr tho…)