ride or die

I'm white wine drunk and all I can think about is you

stauffacher haiku

today I saw a man build his own temple
he kicked away the trash on the ground
sprinkled sacred water around it
cleaned his holy space
in the midst of all the unholyness
around him.

march 6th, the day I was dumped on the phone while putting semi expensive highlighter on my face

melodias broke the spell

I was under

at chateau marmont

at the pool

even on a fucking horse

mache tinder an und die säure schiesst direkt in den magen. i puke

ich kotze ob so viel falschem optimismus,  

i dont want to judge whats in your heart. it just hurts that you dont want me 

sad fuck

then it hit me

I would never play you that one song on the ukulele

you would never understand 

my universe

and as much as I’d keep trying

I’d never understand yours

let it

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

the stars look very different today

recreations of a summer night

this is but a dream within a dream

maybe just a glimpse of it

and sometimes, my life feels just like a diary

full of secrets

just ready to be read