I’m literally sitting in the print shop crying because I’m so happy. it’s 4am and there is literally no place in the world I’d rather be than exactly where I am right now. I’ve been so fucking low & on edge the past few months that I forgot how it felt to be weightlessly happy.
I know I’m beautiful. Beautiful and scary. No one flirt with me
sitting on the floor eating a curry chicken salad, listening to the mountain goats, & staring up at the high-rises of downtown chicago through the skylight in the print shop, what the fuck are you doing with your Thursday night?