
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Peter Solarz
Not today Justin
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todays bird

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i don't do bad sauce passes

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taylor price

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trying on a metaphor

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Misplaced Lens Cap

blake kathryn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@secondratesyllables
Do you ever have to sit down after you write something and be like…bitch are you okay? Are you living inside a Jane Austen novel? It’s not that serious? Art: 19th century painting of the ballroom at the Winter Palace, Russia by Mihaly Zichy
sex is cool but have you heard Mr Brightside drunk at 2am because that is true bliss
“If snow can drift, so can leaves and dust and responsibilities.”
— Neil Hilborn, from Our Numbered Days
push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.
push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.
get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.
stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.
buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.
buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.
strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.
organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.
have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.
push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.
message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.
think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.
become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.
lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.
Have a good day !
One of my favourite Welcome to Night Vale quotes- beautiful and spooky and lovely.
“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”
The Alchemy: Salt from Water
What in the actual fuck did i just witness
BARKOUR
Hang on just lemmie get behind the fence so I can bark at you
What just happened
Me getting myself into situations and being mad that they didn’t work in my best interest
This is just their job. They not ready to bark till they clock in
5sos // want you back x
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas except it’s playing from a box radio while you sit on the porch of a Yosemite Ranger Station in the very early morning. It’s summer. It’s 1979. And you love your job.
These take me to an easier place
“The bravest thing you could ever do is let someone hurt you and still talk beautiful about them.”
— (hatin)
“My father was a pastor who didn’t teach me that being a man meant fearing God but that being a man meant being God.”
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FROM THE VAULT! Joseph Capehart, “Wolves"
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