Me Every Day

“match my freak” how about you match my poetic misery instead

me, if you even care

Currently working on turning in my last assignments before winter break. I've only got nine days left of school and I'm really looking forward to the holidays, seeing family, waking up late, and getting presents. I'm currently reading three books at a time, but the one I'm into the most is Eve's Hollywood by Eve Babitz.

I canceled my gym subscription because the gym I was going to was really old and barely any of the machines worked, also you had to pay a supplement to take pilates and that was my last straw. Im really into long walks and hikes now, even though with school it's impossible to have enough time for it.

Now that it's colder I'm into dressing more elegant and with a vintage touch, I'm really trying to explore my personal style.

I have nothing else to share, love you so much,

Anna. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I watched as Jacques' car pulled out of the garage and onto the road. I rested my elbow on the counter and my chin on my hand. With my mouth open and my tongue, pink and slimy, hanging out, saliva dribbled down my chin, seeping between my fingers. My eyes were squinted, red and dry. I hadn't slept well since we moved in, the howls of coyotes and mountain lions in the hills kept me awake at night and echoed in my head during the day. I wasn't used to living next to the forest.

I dried my mouth with the back of my hand and shook the shiny, wet saliva on my apron. I took a deep breath, stretched my arms toward the ceiling and got to work. I went upstairs, where the bedroom I shared with Jaques and his office was located. I entered the bedroom and made the bed, punched and shaped the cushions, scented the room with a sweet air freshener and turned around.

The office door was closed, rattling in the wind and banging on the frame arrhythmically. I knew I shouldn't open it, Jacques had warned me. His office was his personal space, I had to respect it. If I didn't strictly respect his privacy I offended him, and then he would yell at me.

Excerpt of my latest short story Possession. It will be on Substack next week.

Blur, 1994.

I am done with final exams, thankfully.

I went book shopping yesterday, and also got some makeup to celebrate finishing the toughest week in this academic year so far.

I'm going to take a nap, love you.

Anna 🫶🏻

also where are you from xx

I’m from Spain!! :)

angels do exist, we're too busy shitposting on tumblr rn to save the world tho