just yikes.

my belletrists are snug as bugs in a shelf of this desk. today, i really moved into this room the way that i needed to. everything is neater and more mine and more like me and more to my liking. there is incense, too, which makes me feel lighter.

last night was weird and healthy and done now. in lots of ways. maybe in all ways. and this morning was just right. it is so relieving to be awoken by just the right kind of closeness that loosens when you need it to.

but more than anything, yikes.