just bones.

i blame my ceiling fan. for three days, without fail, i’ve been awakened at five am by the sound of its rocking. the base knocking against the blades. it is always on but doesn’t always do that. i think it’s doing it on purpose.

timing. i keep being told it’s not the right moment. “everything happens for a reason” and “it’s not the right season”. they know we made it up, right? there was no time until man realized he could be father of something.

thinking of gone girl-ing myself again – but at least i haven’t watched that one show that i hate. that has to count for something…

Published by sacriluna

manic pixie mythic bitch.

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