random ramblings from 2015 — the glory era in a gloomy era.
could that note be any more encompassing of such beautiful irony of my then quarter-life mess?
bummed that it takes despondence to squeeze a gem like that from me. but then maybe it’s a good thing that my writing’s reduced to nothing but shitty now?
a message to my decade younger self:
girl, indulge in that hangover and i’ll see you in ten — never more grand, never more awesome.
love you 🍻
shaken, not stirred. 