i’m sitting on the floor of a dark, empty, echo-y, dirty room, eating stuffed vine leaves with my fingers out of a can. i wiped my mouf with the store receipt. #ghetto

The movers just left with my things. I feel like I’ve been butt raped by a rabid gang of inbred gorillas and left for dead. Only worse.

Also, it may be illegal but I’ll be hiding hiding in my luggage to New York (some of) my beloved lilac tree.