obsession is not a very good thing for me. it takes up too many languid hours and empty thoughts, and leaves very very precious little breathing space for me that is free from sin and longing. i do not like being wistful. it is a breathless feeling. it aches like wearing a heavy blanket for days because i know that it will take a million impossible dreams to get what i want and that in the end it will not be as perfect as i’ve envisioned anyway. one must learn to keep the loveliest things secret and silent.
also, my hair is growing out. IT LIVES!
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