having the strangest moment right now. i'm laying on my bed next to a stack of drawings + various other art gear with headphones (bigger than my whole body) on, listening to the most depressing (ie. wonderful) music, disgusted and pleased with my awfully cluttered room, and thinking about why. why everything, really. kind of needing to fall asleep, but i think i'm in love with this moment. this music is too loud, the light is too bright, the fan is drying out my eyes, there aren't enough polaroids on my wall and i'm thirsty.
i feel like swimming.