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@lyayb
Hate when I miss you
Am I cursed? Rotten? Bad luck itself? a bad omen?
Lloyd Foster
Say a Prayer for Sal (covered), 2022
got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief
None of this is real, right?
to be alone by choice than to feel alone because you were forgotten
Little Notes from my trip
talk less, let people talk more
picky eater hack: try new foods while tipsy it’s easier
Irish people love reminding you they’re Irish
Europeans call everyone from North America “Americans”
lemonade in Europe = literal lemon water
nothing matters, so everything matters
I’m way too easy to rage bait
I think I want to take culinary classes
I need more hikes in nature
I only need one backpack, not two
always carry cash and coins
learn how to read a real map, not just Google Maps
always keep a journal on you
I didn’t socialize much and it was exactly what I needed
a sandwich is always necessary
I need to create more everyday
a lot of people are ignorant or misinformed some mean to be but most don’t
I’ve been really into kino lately
It’s such a strange feeling to be standing in so much beauty, feeling grateful for mother earth and life’s small wonders but hold a generational weight of sadness that isn’t entirely mine. I find peace in solitude and love being invisible for a while. It’s never the world itself that hurts, only what people do within it
Where I journaled from yesterday
Will it ever stop?