why are cute boys so hard to find. i’m not even asking for rich ones. or grown men (my preference)
clawing at my face on discovering that siri hustvedt is gonna be at waterstones 5 mins away from work on wednesday.
and because i found marina tsvetaeva’s diaries, too bad it was so outrageously priced. i’m going back to buy mina loy’s insel and probably o’hara’s why i am not a painter.
i woke up from a dream this morning where i was suffocated with a mattress.
i’ve been listening to an obscene amount of st. vincent again lately and her music makes me feel short of breath and want to cry maniacally in a therapeutic way.
i’m reading the accidental by ali smith and i love it so much, i don’t want to finish it.
i’m making my nephew an ice cream cake for his birthday on friday, it’d be nice if the weather weren’t miserable.
i need a really good pizza dough recipe because i’m making myself pizza on saturday i’ve decided. i haven’t had pizza in months.