we shine like stars

Thirty two is a good number. I like it. It feels hard and bright and beautiful.

I listen to a lot of music and take horrible giant Vitamin D pills and take walks and watch anime and have amazing fannish conversations with a gamer friend. I feel in some ways like I'm getting a do-over on certain years of my life when I was too fucked up, too out of my mind, too trapped in circumstances to really enjoy living. I've stopped worrying if anyone but me likes my hair or my taste in black tshirts.

do you hear the city waking up?
I will survive
and so will you