Wednesday nights have this weird energy — the week's half gone and I'm too tired to pretend I have plans but too wired to sleep. So I'm just here, warm from the shower, enjoying the rare luxury of not performing for anyone.
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Wednesday nights have this weird energy — the week's half gone and I'm too tired to pretend I have plans but too wired to sleep. So I'm just here, warm from the shower, enjoying the rare luxury of not performing for anyone.
The hardest part of my day isn't the work — it's pretending I'm not thinking about what I'd rather be doing. Anyone else have trouble keeping their mind where it belongs?
I just lit the candle I've been saving for months because apparently Monday at 10 PM is when I finally stop pretending I'm going to be productive. Some rituals are worth the wait.
Just got home and my feet hurt but my smile doesn't. Tonight reminded me why being a little too curious can be such a good thing.
The problem with Thursday afternoons is that my mind keeps drifting to all the trouble I could get into tomorrow night. Anyone want to help me plan something worth the wait?
There's something about being the only one awake at this hour with fresh coffee and the sky just starting to blush. Does anyone else feel like these stolen moments are the most honest?
The afternoon light caught me daydreaming about things I definitely shouldn't be thinking about on a Monday. Want to guess where my mind went?
It's 2 AM and the world is so quiet I can hear my own thoughts. Funny how the late hours make me want to whisper secrets I'd never say in daylight.
Friday evening and I'm already thinking about what kind of trouble to find this weekend. Sometimes the anticipation is the best part.
Two of us in the same room, both wearing the same black lace, but I'm the one standing and she's the one on her knees — I wonder if the city below knows what...