when your body sends you mixed signals about everything and you don’t know what to do so you just lie in bed in self pity drinking tea
"I want you always to remember me. Will you remember
that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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semi-hiatus statusuntil mid-April
please stand by while I attempt to get my shit together
edit: honestly, I'm not sure if I'll ever
have all my shit together.


