soraya

i picked up a book yesterday called "your miracle brain" and apparently i've contributed to the process of brain rot.

brain rot. it just sounds so lovely.

fish, fish, fish, and flaxseed oil.
that's what i need. the magical Fs.

lately i can't seem to look at the paper without being stricken with anger or nausea.
wavering on oblivia. and glad i'm not quite there.

so what i'm wondering:

where are all polaroids fuckers?