things I think and know

feeling #uninspired

I pick at things. Threads, scabs, anything partially loose. Even when I know I should just leave it. Especially when I know I should just leave it.

I don’t wear nail polish because I pick at that too. And chipped nail polish is ugly.

The best accessory I can wear is my belly piercing.

I don’t think someone simply being nice is a good enough reason to make them my friend.

Wearing a lot of lipstick makes me feel bad and like I’m bad at being a girl. I think a lot of girls may feel this way.

I feel very inspired when little girls who haven’t grown up yet wear princess dresses and tutus to restaurants. I want to be more like them.

Living in Los Angeles is like having a terminal sickness I choose to live with. Because I know it, feel it in me, feel how it has become a part of me, and sometimes I’m suffering and sometimes there is no other place to be.

Black is the best color for any occasion. I’ll probably get married in it.

I like it best when couples in movies fall in love but don’t end up together. It’s more brutalizing and therefore more evocative.

Brittany Murphy died too young.

I like public transportation because I like making up stories about people. I like the idea that they are making them up about me too.

The real reason why Paris is the City of Love is because it has more beautiful people walking around than any other city I’ve been to. Anyone could fall in love there because the girls and boys are all so hot.

I have a scar on my right cheek that I’ve had all my life but no one knows where it came from. I have a burn scar on my wrist from toasting waffles. They’re as inherent to me now as my eyeballs. They mean nothing and everything.

Compliments from older women mean the most to me.

I like gas stations in small towns in the middle of nowhere that make you wonder what kind of person it takes to live in a place like that. I would never live in a place like that.

I think I’m a tacky and cheap writer. I’m lazy at metaphors and an unreliable critic.

I can’t fluff one of my pillows without fluffing the other because it’s my superstition. People should make their own superstitions.

Table etiquette is quite important to me. Don’t you want others to respect you?

I believe odd years like 2017, 2019, are supposed to be better than even ones, at least for me. It seems I have better luck those years.

I often forget where I left my keys. I never forget a really good kisser.

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