“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
— Emery Allen
One Nice Bug Per Day

oozey mess
Show & Tell
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#extradirty
Color Me Curious
Not today Justin
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Phantogram Three
almost home
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The Bright Sessions
occasionally subtle

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
— Emery Allen
I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation. I’d write myself into nervouse breakdowns, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I’d write about you a lot more than I should.
Benedict Smith; “I Wish I Wrote the Way I Thought”
Starting some silly autistic comics because they vibe (his name is Apple Sauce)
“Don’t let your loneliness make you reconnect with toxic people. You shouldn’t drink poison just because you’re thirsty.”
Mary Oliver, from Life Story; published in Devotions
“I —so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.”
— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
Het Beekbergerwoud, the Netherlands
Charlie’s Angels (2000)
Self-care
Please don't listen to them 🥺
I'm an un-loveable piece of meat thats only going to be used for the rest of my life because I'm fucking stupid.
I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us
Me walking into work
Are you alive
Don’t ask me no personal shit like this