and now the smell is on my fingertips and my room is cold because i'm trying to let the air in and i'm wearing a tanktop. my hair is curly. i am wearing my favorite necklace. i feel fine, but not. i am feeling curious again, curiously melancholy and this is happening more often than not these days. i don't know why, i've just come to the resolution that losing control over a lot of things and not knowing your sense of direction is most worrisome. and i feel like i don't have enough time to reflect. i think sometimes when you spend too much time with yourself, you start to fold back into yourself like origami and suddenly you don't know which corner to undo in order to begin to unravel again. i can't figure it out i can't.
repetition is my friend. figures, most of the songs that i am hopelessly in love with are incredibly repetitive in melody. lately i've been digging the soft dream folk voices of female singers, such delicateness. like a dandelion on a windy day. look at her, she is so beautiful.
Ever listen to Madeline or Meg Baird?
DREEEAAAAMY.
i have listened to some meg baird, and i remember digging it. seriously their voices will elevate you
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