The world is my sewer
Apologies if my posts feel choppy, and I thought-change at each paragraph. I use this space as a notebook of sorts. Ideas/thoughts/feelings smacked down in a jangled mess. Like my brain! Proceed with caution ⚠️
I watched The Royals this past week. To be clear, I have zero interest in the actual Monarchy. I started watching it because of Elizabeth Hurley. I mean, she’s still hot! Is it the voice, the accent, the eyes, her bouncy-walk left over from her modeling days? No matter. The princess on the show is meow too. She carried the whole girly-punk thing quite well. She reminds me of Kristen Stewart, whom I adore. (Yes, even in Twilight. I’m one of those people. I even read the book—twice. Gasp! I’m a ridiculous, cheeseball person)
Do you like Tarot cards? I do. I don’t subscribe to the idea of fortune-telling with them, but I use them as jumping-off points for journal writing. Plus, they’re mini tableaus of tactile art and cozy to hold/shuffle. I spend a lot of my time thinking about the meaning of things, which can be a little exhausting after a while. Not everything means something. Things just are. But still. I derive pleasure from writing/thinking about connections, relationships, consciousness, cosmic mysteries, and why we do the things we do.
Yesterday was a life-is-meaningless-and-then-you-die kind of day. Lots of rage-filled music. Today, feeling a bit better. It's been a rollercoaster few months. Mental health is def taking a beating.
Galaxies -Laura Veirs. Her voice—soft-soft, dreamy-dreamy. Cute lyrics...floaty and psychedelic-y.
Serotonin -Girl in Red. Ah. Intrusive thoughts. Yeah, I get 'em. Not like most of these, but still fucked and scary! Where do these thoughts even come from? Do any of you get them?