i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair
hello vonnie
Not today Justin
Today's Document
YOU ARE THE REASON
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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we're not kids anymore.
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if i look back, i am lost
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KIROKAZE

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@memes-are-dead
i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair
i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair
Tiny furry philosopher
“Somewhere women are standing at their windows, like lit candles…”
— Kim Addonizio, from ‘Full Moon’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
“Night. The stars and the moon impassive, undisturbed, eternal. A little of their impassivity flows into me. They are consoling. They reduce the intensity and acuteness of human sorrow. I feel less strangled, less oppressed. I transfer to the moon and the stars some of the trust in God I once had, and realize that serenity comes from an acceptance of death. Man’s life span is short. There is an end to pain.”
— Anaïs Nin, in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1944
“The answer comes in the form of a handwritten letter from the moon. Reads: this is brutally beautiful. So are we. This is endless. So are we. We can heal this. Signed, Craterface. PS: see me for who I am. We’ve got work to do.”
— Buddy Wakefield, Human the Death Dance (via being-irl)
don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense
People Are Always Saying Some Things To Me And Well Im SICK Of It
epiphany
i don’t know anything about culture i am just at my house
bad habits: visiting this fucking website every day
strap in, child
the fact that a cat considers “sit in the same room ignoring each other” to be an acceptable social activity and not an insult is great for me because that’s how i like to socialise