3/4/25

we're at a birthday for my grandmother who died ten years ago. i don't understand what we're celebrating but there are three pools outside and a sauna inside and cake and celebrities and everyone seems real happy and hot and full of life and in love with each other. i follow the random dog out the back door and we roll in the dirt like animals. Bellies up, tongues out, insatiable but tired.

3/2/25

your lover has a lover with multiple lovers and you learn that your lover's lover loves someone else more than they love your lover and you feel relieved and hopeful and awful and fucked cuz what the actual fuck is any of this anyway. isabella correa says i will always want this much from you. i will always want to marry you. and i will always want to gone girl your sorry ass.

11/19/24

i am in the middle of the forest. ive gone off on a year-long hike with an unhinged but confident plan to walk to a different hotel every night, through the forest, somehow, where i will sleep warm and cozy every evening. but there are no hotels in the forest, of course. everyone knows this. and it's very cold and i gave my food to the wolves. which everyone knows not to do. and for some reason im naked, which is just stupid. and ill do it all again, which makes me giggle as i sit my bare bottom on a wet log in the middle of the night. such a hopeless romantic, i mutter to myself. i mean just look at those stars.