home

i was going to read on this train, but i slept and scrolled. 

should i have texted my father for fathers day?

should i have shaved my head the week i said i would?

how can i pretend i know how to sculpt my hair for an evening. Is that google-able? 

what if i had entertained steve’s conversation?

that dress can be worn only before noon. i’ll balloon out after i feed myself.

did she look at me that way i looked at her?

I like this song. Screenshot it for later. 

for someone who wanted to live out of five boxes, i can’t. 

are the apartments lit up like string lights miles away watching me dance naked on this fifth floor to music screaming from my phone speaker to my ear?

when was the last time the water bottle was washed

is the plant i don’t know the scientific name of spreading like a hand?

did i wake up at five and pee this morning or was that yesterday

when was the last time i had a confetti cupcake

these wildflowers feel like home

what old friends did i drunk DM last night to rekindle with

can i push off groceries for another day

what kind of sketchbook? i hope leather-bound, but that’s greedy.

did i listen enough?

how red was i

did i put deodorant on today? 

i really like the bus even though it’s never on time and the seats are fabric that’s surely bacteria ridden

is that nail polish ever coming off my phone case

do i have an adult pee dance

how big of a fool would that make me

the ceiling fan needs dusting again but it reminds me how I shouldn’t stand on rolling chairs oh and that book from when rob and i were kids. 

bummer i couldn’t use the free ticket last night, but the ginger shirley was actually kinda good

this table is going to look a hundred times more stately when it has space to breath 

i can’t believe i made rice wrong again