tiramisu cake, the best kind of cake in the world.
i’m so in awe of anything cosmic and galactic. trying to learn my constellations in the arizonian blurry-polluted night sky.. i will probably be unsuccessful.
everyday i miss abbey road so sharply. doesn’t help that i dream of her, and then i wake up and she doesn’t exist anymore. i am a leaky faucet at the mere sight of a female black cat. i think i feel unrest about the whole thing too because i don’t have an actual properly sized urn for her ashes. the one i was set on and actually bought was incorrectly size-described to me via online – still fixing it with the seller. fuck.