pen look

You know, having fountain pens as a hobby sort of have helped me be less impulsive when it comes to spending money.
Because let’s face it, why the fuck would you spend so much money on just one pen. It’s in the end just a pen that looks a bit more fancy than a disposable fine liner or bic ballpoint.

Thing is, I don’t buy these pens and inks the moment I see them. The fountain pen community is surprisingly big, and most retailers have useful customer reviews for almost every pen they sell. A fountain pen requires maintenance; so you read up on how the pen of what brand has been for other users.

So I like wait months before I decide to purchase a new pen. And I’ve never regret any pen I’ve purchased. It is such a joy for me.

I’ve honestly felt worse spending four bucks on a shitty Starbucks coffee in Sthlm.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.