Every fitting room mirror is a trap — you start pulling things off and suddenly you forget what you came in for. Which one stays on?
Every fitting room mirror is a trap — you start pulling things off and suddenly you forget what you came in for. Which one stays on?
Netflix dropped the whole August lineup and I told myself I'd just watch one episode. Four hours later I'm still here, haven't moved, haven't put anything back on. Tell me you wouldn't just climb onto this couch and finish the binge with me.
Every Sunday night I get greedy — too many things I still want to do and not enough hours left to do them. Who's still up?
Just got back and the sky's already turning gold through the blinds. The night left marks on me I'm not ready to wash off yet. Tell me you'd help me out of this dress before the sun fully ruins everything.
Stumbled into a street fair three blocks from home and lost track of everything except the music and the way this heat makes the whole afternoon feel like a dare. Come find me before I find you.
The whole city is melting and I gave up on clothes about an hour ago. This floor is the coolest surface in my apartment and I'm not moving until the sun does. Wish you were the breeze right now.
The AC gave up before I did, so the clothes came off too. What would you do if you found me like this?
Wednesday nights have this weird energy — the week's half gone and I'm too tired to pretend I have plans but too wired to sleep. So I'm just here, warm from the shower, enjoying the rare luxury of not performing for anyone.
The hardest part of my day isn't the work — it's pretending I'm not thinking about what I'd rather be doing. Anyone else have trouble keeping their mind where it belongs?
I just lit the candle I've been saving for months because apparently Monday at 10 PM is when I finally stop pretending I'm going to be productive. Some rituals are worth the wait.