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21 / m / manhattan. killing trotsky. wanderlust. centrifugal bumble-puppy. serenading. chinatown bussing. cooking eggs. debating the merits of pre-foamed soap. second hand smoking. soaking cork. thornton wilder. falling asleep. speaking french. cartwheels and forward rolls. casual encounters. sangria. in a thermos. with straws. at the park. strife. verbing your noun. the night. the desert. driving. harry beck. shadow puppets. cursive. chartreuse. scandinavia. horchata. barrel vaults. bunnies. corinthian columns. dystopias. pleasure. bliss.

currently a plethora of thoughts: inability to nap correctly, erratic internetting, dazzled by the feats of old friends, ambivalent about the man in my living room (the flatmate), intermittently grindring, unable to comprehend the concept of free time anymore post-midterms and pre-holiday, cowed by extreme forces of nature, and somehow piecing together an evening out. as the sun sets on a pretty day on the island, I’m in a strange sort of malaise here, in my apartment, in my head. somebody shake me awake or cradle me to sleep or liquor me up, I can’t decide.