Airplanes in the night sky

In case you’ve ever wondered, because who hasn’t, right? I wear the same lipstick as Gwen Stefani. That is all.

We are unusual and tragic and alive.

I wake up at 5:41 a.m., feeling less than satisfied. The lights turn on, still nobody feels home. I muster up enough energy on this particular morning (and many like it shall follow) to apply the bare minimum war paint upon my face. I think fleetingly about the irony–my constant lack of breathing room, juxtaposed [...]