Stream of consciousness

Dear Zonk,

I came home sort of early today. On account of I now take the train back home. And a bus. I feel badass B-| And I’m supposed to work on a depressing little post tonight. But I could also watch something instead. Or lurk around on Goodreads for a while. I could. I really could.
But will I?

Only time will tell.

*cold high pitched laugh*


Love always,
K :)


Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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