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it's so hard to figure out the colors of my own world view. when I see a flower why do I look at it the way I do. there are millions of ways to view the world, what is mine?
how should it look? what should I focus on? what matters and what doesn't?
is my perspective me? am I myself only because I view the outside world in this way? would I still be me if it changed?
fuck it we ball I guess
in preparation for my city freezing I have bundled up on the couch. I am soooo cozy the frost could seep under the doors and the crisp air could freeze inside my lungs and I wouldn't even notice. snowflakes could be playing through the air and nesting themselves in drifts by the bookshelf while I snugged up by the fire and I would be none the wiser.
today I completed at a rock climbing competition and to achieve my goals (doing good) I self sacrificed (my fingers hurt so fucking bad). there is a deep metaphor here somewhere I know it
I know just enough Spanish to talk to my girlies at the taco truck. they overfill my orders, they make my quesadilla (chica) into a quesadilla (grande) free of charge. one of them calls me mijo. they are my tribe
I've been saying things like "in the grand scheme of things" even though I know there is no grand scheme. I say "it's meant to be" when there's no meaning. I'm a hypocritical piece of shit I think
i be thinking im finally getting kinda emotionally stable and then i drop my pieróg and i pick it up gently and say "i will not leave you behind" with tears in my eyes
I've got a fajita quesadilla, the last horchata of the night, and a deep yearning in my soul. life is good
how do I decide whether to use this Tumblr dot com account as a blog or to share the shitposts written by the ghost of a victorian child I am possessed by on occasion
