shake that eye's hand

Tumblr will be away for Lent. Forty days. Technically, forty-one if I start today. It was either this or Nutella. Honestly, I will lose track.

I hope you reach some sort of ephiphany. In all good will.
Of course, there is a reason.

Pistachio. Three. Bianca. Lorena. Conversation. Conspiracies. Probe. Empty. Rant. Drifting. Reasons. Rationality. Drip-drip-drip. Understandable. Irony. Awkward. Misunderstood? Ego. S p a c i n g. Bicycles. “Courting.” Decided.

I dream of textile, and strangely… M. Ward? I sleep, eat, and bake my feelings. I hope for net-gain, or neutral.

batterypowered:

I don’t know how I let myself digress completely in virtually a week.

 I lied, accepting your regression is not the way to go.

I could not handle it. When I do not know it weighs less on my conscious?