So— after waking up this morning as usual, eating breakfast, and loafing around for a good two hours, I just, JUST, made it in front of a mirror to find scrawling lines of black text smudged across the side of my face. Apparently things got intimate with the book I fell asleep on last night.

…And then, the realization that I was standing disheveled in front of a mirror covered in ink and laughing maniacally at my image— while completely alone— only made me laugh harder. Ahhh self, pull it together :)

-maria demo