i have been waiting for something like this. finally.
i keep typing the letter o instead of the number 0. always. however, when i have to type an o, i never mistake it for a 0.
tonight i might go listen to this lady.
my mum has just asked me when i was going to create my facebook profile so that we could be friends.
they say snow is coming.
i miss the summer.
today i’ll cut my hair.
me: i imagine the two of them sitting on the floor eating cheese, drinking wine, listening to nina simone and talking about north korea and boticelli’s draperies before fucking their ways to heaven and back again.
me: oh, for fuck’s sake, botticelli. no wonder he’s left me.
one day i’ll make one for myself.
when will i find an oliver?
will i find an oliver?
i’m thinking about him again. does he ever think about me? does he love her? i’m thinking about cutting my hair. he loved my hair. just not me.