I Was Not Meant To Be A Person I Was Meant To Listen To Music On The Bus

"happy april fools day!" wouldnt even notice with the type of shit i got goin on

thinking of when I had a dream I was an aging white father of 3 kids and my weeping wife was begging me to not leave (I don’t know why I was leaving her) and as I walked out the front door of our suburban home I turned around in my khakis and said “I’m sorry, but I have to go now and….I’m never coming back. I love you” and then woke up like

FUCK

s/o to this skeleton babe from 1936

Help me Father for I am weak and also an idiot.

I worry that our collective inability to hold space for grief is a slow hardening for all of us. In my experience the denial of pain is the denial of life and connection to the wide expanse of love, the disconnect makes it much harder to be with those around us from a place of openness. It feels like there is no priority or importance in the west for communal rituals of celebration of life or grieving and it’s only to our detriment. I hope to see and experience the revival of this in my lifetime.

Posting my video on here from TikTok. It’s been a hot minute since I was active on this account but dang, this is where it all started 10+ years ago. I MISS Y’ALL 😭

just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees

this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak

truly possessed with envy any time i drive by someone sitting on their porch with a beverage