I'm getting new glasses. I'm cutting my hair. I'm doing my makeup.
I'm breathing fresh air.


Sweet babe, resting peacefully aghast astride my hips. We are more intimate than basses and bicycles, legs interwoven as we spiral dizzily downwards. There's something new and invasive about us. There's something completely blinding.


I've never been so scared to let me let people in before in my life, but it's terrifying, isn't it?

If anyone can beat the system, it's me, right?