Samuel Beckett, Malone DIes
Current mood: don’t even fucking touch me
Like do I wanna nap or keep bein productive. This is an everyday issue.
Once, we felt one another’s bodies the same way rain feels the ground.
This was the same year the neighbors caught a lone wheelchair
rolling down the pavement next to their driveway
in the middle of a windstorm so strong
it tore off all their house’s siding.
- 15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
- me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance
I had an appointment today which got cancelled so I sat around for like an hour and then made the most delicious lunch (caulirice and chicken with eggplant and snowpeas and mushroom and carrot in a garlic and chili and lemon sauce) and rearranged the furniture in my room and now I’m sitting on my bed with my heater on drinking red wine and scrolling through tumblr. This has been a successful day.