Frances Halloway

I've been wanting to watch Francis Ha for THE longest time and I finally got around to watching it on Netflix last night. I wish I could ironically or un-ironically hate this movie but really, I almost want to say I loved it. How is it that a movie can so aptly summarize everything you're going through and everything you're feeling and know you're going to feel in the near future, without having ever met you? Frances always wears these leggings and socks, a fur collared aviator jacket, some sort of wrinkled button up, and Converse high tops: a uniform that remains the only consistent aspect of her unpredictable and confused life.
I think I need a uniform for my own life.

i do what i want

Sometimes, life calls for a celebration (and drinking wine from a straw in a pineapple cup).
Happy hump day!

habits

I came upon this little piece about famous writers' quirks and habits and it made me realize yet again that there are no rules when it comes to writing and honing your craft.
I was also reminded of this book that I gifted a friend last year.
Maybe I should buy it for myself.

stuck in the house need to get out more

If you asked me if I liked Drake two years back, I would have responded with a grimace and an open mouth ready to say "ew." But I think I understand now why exactly he's so popular, and it's not because he was born in October (I have an affinity for people born in the same month as me). It's his relatable lyrics; those one-liners buried in his countless laments of rising to the top and staying grounded at the same time. Right now, at this time in my life, I'm his "mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herself that she's too sick to get dressed and go do shit."
I've been stuck in a limbo far way too long. It's a limbo where I'm almost forgetting what I am, who I am, why I'm even existent on this Earth. At this point, music's one of the only things reminding me I'm alive and in the words of Drake, to not think about it to much. Or think about it at all.