"I really just want to be this warm yellow light that pours over everyone that I love."
"thou mayest"
‘timshel’
East of Eden, John Steinbeck
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
i am stumbling into this night
and this fogged wine view tells me
i don’t know shit