casual pursuits: a lazy art+productivity post

Sometimes you’ve got no direction, nothing to send your love to. What comes out may be shit and disorderly, but at least it’s yours. x x x i fell in love with a man named matilda; he had flowers in his hair and thorns on his lips; oh, oh, i fell in love with a…

draft: lessons in magic. and

Lessons in Magic, last night. “Here is what you must always remember,” she said, “all forms of magic require the entirety of the universe. You have to fill yourself up, from the dirt of your feet to the edges of your sight, with the lightness of the sky. Consume everything, weightless, until your fingertips reach…