out there orbiting around

Essay-length conversations about everything.

Liberation brought by realization that some friends are just people you know.

Inevitability of death makes you weed out things that don’t matter.

Breathing, but I guess it is possible to live without air.

Finding ‘berries of the forest’ instant kissel packets in your luggage bag’s pocket.

Uncluttering piles of clutter.

New cut-outs making walls resemble those you could find in a habitat of a serial killer even more.

That awkward moment when you notice photographs of your neck and chestal-regions are being reblogged by pro-ana tumblrs.  

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Excuse me, but where can I find enchanted river spirits?

Why do babies smile at me?

Odd numbers, three questions, yes?