drunkwhenimadethis:

My dad used to tell me “you are only what you do” to discourage me from long sprints of overthinking. But now that I’m older and have lived some life. I think you are also what you dream about, you are also what you wish would happen. You are in the conversations you reimagine and recreate constantly. You are in the arguments that you relive in the shower. The scenarios you visit mentally before sleeping. The wish lists you never invest in, never feel deserving of. This loss also contains you. The courage, the acceptance of All That as You is what is missing. But you are still you even when nobody knows about you. So take your time to bloom. No rush

mjalti:

I wish we had sleeping pods. like full of water and hyaluronic acid & a mask to breath but like. just a womb experience that took the pressure and some gravity off our bodies for 12 hours

mjalti:

crying bc I saw a flower blossom in a tender and open way, knowing what the world has in store for it and yet it still offers beauty like. go off you encapsulated ray of light. become joy unencumbered

pointnclick:

Jesus would smoke a blunt with you but modern religious organizations refuse this simple reality

godtrauma:

listening to religious music in the morning to start my day off right (judas by lady gaga)

si1kvoid:

memoryslandscape-deactivated202:

Greg Sellers, Undone Like Her Hair Come Evening, 10 May 2022

zegalba:

“this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin”

cluts:

sunday night at the launderette (this baby was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen in my life)

csms-jpg:

Paper scrapss