Dealing with loss when you can’t deal with anything.
Drifting into my solitude, over my head.
On codependency, lost loves and time alone.
It’s out with the old, and in with the new (goodbye skies of grey, hello skies of blue).
‘What a blessing this boredom is.’
‘I don’t know about you but… it was a very good year”: Swift/Sinatra collab on growing up.
Ooooh, love to love you, baby (that’s not on here though, regrettably).
It’s still so cold.
I miss Microsoft Encarta.
Keeping your chill when you feel like you might actually be turning into a computer.