i will mourn this november for the rest of my life. this november i fell out of love.
i read somewhere, that there is a day in the year that is always a catalyst. a day where you hit rock bottom for years on end. mine is november 9th.
we’re tied together eternally by a single day. happy birthday baby. happy birthday to me.
heaven is over now. the party got shut down. the amphitheater is empty. the bars deserted. usually so full of life but now; deathly silent. but they’re waiting.
i am here. just that. that all i am now.
i am not just a feminist, i am a supporter of people.
as the clock hit midnight last night, i became new and pure. but in the few hours since i woke this morning, i have already been tainted.
you remember that my favorite color is orange. and no organs like a sunset, but orange like a papaya. you remember that my favorite food is pasta and that i hate the taste of steak. you remember my two childhood dogs and nickname my mother told you on a random weekend back home. you remember me in a way i only wish to remember myself. you remember me beautiful.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”