Hardly anything is harder for a man than to give up a pleasure which he has once experienced…
– Freud, “Creative Writers and Daydreaming”
Love v. Oxygen
You pull me in and I smother my nose into your chest, breathing in Old Spice and uncomfortably warm air. It feels like there’s no oxygen, but I don’t mind. I hold my breath, preserving the feeling of being this close to you. I’m amazed that my need to breathe can be so insignificant, even for just a moment.
happy
number of packages i receive via snail mail can really influence my mood.
Seaside
Exquisite Corpse
I realized I shouldn’t take notes in class because it makes me fall asleep
– P
Satellite, Astronaut Version
let it be
