November 🍂 Enjoy The Colors Before They're Gone ✶

Your sense of self isn’t a static image, bro. It’s more like a climate or a biome. Both of which can shift in gradual ways over time or suddenly due to internal or external factors. Just check the weather report, man. Don’t try to force the sky to stay blue without clouds 24/7.

9 loaves, the feline bakery! (click for hq)

The mythologizing some adults do about childhood and how it's this perfect and innocent time bothered me as a kid and continues to bother me now because tbh I believe that once we gain consiousness we are building on ourselves. We don't loose anything. You at 5 years old and you now are the same person. You were human then and still are now. You didn't change so much as the world changed around you. As you grow up, you're taken more seriously, given more independence and more work, but most importantly to this, you're told, sometimes indirectly, that you're "too old" to be experiencing and enjoying things, which is a total myth.

You can still create carefree nostalgia for your future self. Go on a bike ride. Put silly posters in your room. Climb on an empty playground. "Too old" "too mature" are lies.

You never changed, the world around you did. Don't be a coward. If you want childlike joy then literally make it. The grass is still as green as it was on the first day of 3rd grade. It's out there. It exists. I promise.

please do not ask me what my plans for the future are, im quite literally still not convinced that i am even a real person

Stray cat breaks into Lynx’s enclosure at zoo

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Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.