next week

i am so fucking great i can hardly believe myself.

i feel terrible.

clay

i’d like to be shiny all the time.

then everyone would love me.

“open your eyes, mary”

nope.

gem

i have this feeling, this really slight delicate feeling, that a truly wonderful thing is happening.

i hope i am not wrong.

tasty tease

sometimes i think i am so clever.

also i look great today.

a conversation i had once about a mountain

“he’s cool because he’s got snow on his head and also he’s cool because he’s wearing sunglasses”.

I’M FINE.

trimmings

at the moment i feel completely unlovable.

pervade

i read that having a dream about your teeth falling out, crumbling into your hands, growing skin, bleeding into your mouth, flaking off layer by layer, means that you feel ugly and powerless.

lately i thought my face was looking really great.
now i don’t know what to think.

turn that down a little

sometimes i get surprised at how fragile i am, how tiny a thing can make my heart ache.

thought

often i can’t tell the difference between my dreams and the thoughts that i think before i go to sleep.

last night (in a dream or in a thought) on the back steps of a house in the middle of the night, i said “i don’t want you to find out how i feel”, and then i received a passionate kiss.

i liked this.