everything just really comes down to how I wasn't a person for most of my life. by which I mean I did not consider myself a person. it made such a profound impact on the way I navigated the world & yet standing on the other side of it I could hardly explain it to you
“But yeah, to stand across from him- he’s still tall. He’s still taller than hell. There’s no way to look cool when you’re looking at a guy like this all the time. I’m doing my best.” — Ralph talking about Thomas 😊
real
i understand why old people sit outside just to sit outside
oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah. im so grateful for the little enjoyments
by euphemia.stokefield
me to me: you stress me out
I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952
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