imaginary friend

floating around the city aimlessly is an interesting thing. i find myself doing that a lot. it’s some kind of experience to not want to go home. it’s lonely, but in a matter-of-fact way. usually.

when i get tired of walking around and tired of my own thoughts and tired of this cafe or that cafe or the library/studio/streets, i am just wishing i had a friend who wanted to bake a cake with me and drink 5 cups of tea and listen to ridiculous music, like shitty old punk rock or salt n peppa, and who could show me how to knit and we could make scarves and talk about how useless umbrellas are in halifax, with the horizontal rain, and laugh about dumb stuff and then eat too much cake and talk about art and life and our stomachaches and why do we always eat too much cake?!

i implore you, deities of friendship, bring me a rad new bud to hang out with! it is not healthy for me to listen to my own thoughts this much!

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About heartroot

i like: pugs, cuddles, plants, herbs, tea, art, slasher movies, cultural theory, feminist theory, zombies, cupcakes, bike riding, swimming in the ocean.
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