Thursday nights are for lighting candles I'll forget to blow out and losing track of time. If you're still up too, tell me — what's keeping you?
30 Jul
Thursday nights are for lighting candles I'll forget to blow out and losing track of time. If you're still up too, tell me — what's keeping you?
There's a specific kind of silence that only lives at 5 AM, when the whole city is still asleep and it's just you and the sky turning colors. I used to hate mornings — now I think they might be the only honest part of my day.
My massage therapist probably knows more about my life than most of my friends at this point. About to head into my daily session and honestly, those sixty quiet minutes are the only thing keeping me sane some weeks.
Monday afternoons as a content creator are a whole thing — three hours of editing and my brain has turned to actual mush. This matcha is the only reason I'm still functional right now.
Just hit a new personal best on Beat Saber and my arms feel like they're made of jelly. There's something about slashing through neon blocks that makes everything else in my brain go quiet.
Everyone assumes being an extrovert means I hate being alone, but that's not it at all. It's just... after spending all day being 'on' for everyone, there's something almost sacred about these quiet hours where I don't have to perform for anyone.
Two AM is when my brain decides to have its most unhinged ideas and honestly I've stopped fighting it. Something about the quiet makes everything feel possible.
My kitchen and I have an understanding: I raid the snacks at 11 PM, and it doesn't judge me. Tonight's victim: an entire bag of sour cream and onion chips that definitely didn't stand a chance.
Saturday night karaoke for one, starring yours truly and way too much Whitney Houston. My neighbors haven't called the cops yet so I'm taking that as a win.
Finally made it to the farmers market before everything good got picked over. Got sunflowers, fresh strawberries, and maybe too many pastries. Worth it though.