Home Stretch 🌥️

I forget about all of my lives. art school, anthropology student, tea house girl, author, lonely warehouse girl, florist, gardener, cook, home owner. if I can look at my life and lovingly see that I want many things and will always want many things, to have my hands in so many ways of being, then I can be all of it. I can have two hundred lives in me and let them all live out. I don’t have to be so serious. I don’t have to be so still.

love is a beautiful thing and although it can be painful I would encourage everyone to do it and do it often without the hesitation of "what if I get hurt?" you will get hurt but why is that so frightening? have you no trust in your own ability to be hurt and get over it? how silly when your whole life is a testament to your resilience

You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this:

my new hobby is saying “sorry I’ve been in a weird place recently” like I’ve ever been in a normal place to begin with

my first procreate drawing, i despise apple

Even though I like minimalist coloring, I must admit that I am terrible at it.

bathing together as an act of intimacy is great but your partner lovingly washing your hair?? Combing through the tangles and knots, helping you apply oil, brushing it out??? Unmatched.

Poor Dazai...