encounters

encounters

I’m convinced that in a parallel timeline Kat and M and I have some quiet lakefront home and I’ve claimed the attic and decorated it quite eclectically, and there are bookshelves everywhere and we feed birds inside and outside and spend a lot of time giggling and inappropriately analyzing media.

the twixt-meals cafeteria playlist is so horrendously pop. they know I’m here. they know I like it.