They should invent a life that’s structured without being monotonous and challenging without being demanding and eventful without being stressful and peaceful without being boring

if i look back, i am lost
Keni
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They should invent a life that’s structured without being monotonous and challenging without being demanding and eventful without being stressful and peaceful without being boring
never "look inside" yourself btw i just tried it and there was already someone in there looking back it was so awkward
not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore
they should invent an apartment that has huge windows but is never too hot and is near everything i like and all my friends but is also quiet when i want it to be and costs zero dollars or perhaps they pay me to live in. and they save it just for me so i dont have to look for it :)
so cozy don’t mess with me
I love my Name
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
letting go is so easy until you’re folding your laundry or cooking or walking home at dusk or lying in bed trying to sleep or stuck at a party you didn’t really want to go to or or or
me for 3 years straight: “sorry i haven’t been myself lately”
five rounds of solitaire after breakfast
listening to maine public classical radio on this windy morning
my little tin of pearls (and other beads)
thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight
the street is eerily quiet. no cars. where's the moon? no noise. is everyone asleep yet? no lights