Potential names for my future band in which I am the badass chick bassist who plays barefoot and wears classy dresses and nautical sweaters

 Dr. Munyon’s Paw-Paw Elixir

The Phantom Hunter of the Fjords

The Islets of Langerhans

being okay with being alone

today I learned that you don’t need acid for things to look nicer, you don’t need to be high to hear all the parts of a song at once, and you don’t need a playground merry-go-round to feel like the floor beneath you is spinning. you just need to look right for a really long time and listen really hard and spin until the ground moves.

cotton balls, apples, and all things round

I luv sex and acid

ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh

Knowing the things that I know
Tonight is no consolation
So what we live on a globe
And everyone I know is here right now
on this sphere
Alone

You are far away
On some end out in the water
where the sun can’t kiss you head to toe
the air can get you hotter than I could
I oughtn’t even try
Whenever I do the space gets wider
in between us than before
I’m staring out from deep across the bed

Into our shelters we go
shield us from the unbearably high sky
shroud us in from what we know
bandaged up from all the bleeding love
and
you don’t even believe in outerspace
equal to the rate at which you doubt my crying face
and since you don’t believe me
should I cover up and fake it?
or just sit here with your disbelief and know that I can take it?

These are peaceful times.

5 minutes

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