. I remembered sitting there for 6 hours that in the early 80’s I worked Saturday’s at a hair salon called Hair 2000 and there was a stylist named Dagmar and I was obsessed with her. she had this mad 80’s punkish new wave style and I wanted to be her.
. he said it is killing both of us and he needs to look at the big picture.
. it makes me really uncomfortable to see people sitting in restaurants like covid isn’t a thing.
. I am like the FBI with that attic suite across the lane. I have a literal file on it. and a secret pinterest board.
. so many secret messages today. they come at me fast and furious sometimes and sometimes they linger in the air floating around me. they are my oracle and live in everything and everywhere for me. they root in between my ribcage and the inhale and exhale waiting for me to decipher them. hovering. breathing in an out with me. patiently in wait. I love them.
. tomorrow is breakfast at tiffany’s and I can’t wait
. the shimmer of pink skies that is only at this time of year.
. i might add sleep to my love languages.
. “You have belonged better in your own arms than in anyone else’s. Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.” ~ Belonging, Nikita Gill