I Need Both So We Can Learn Guitar Together And Then Go On Road Trip Or Illegally Hop On A Frieght Train

I hate when ppl are like, "nooooOooOoOooOO you can't put a plastic bag on your head" like, do you think I don't acknowledge the dangers of putting a bag on my head?

Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.

Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.

I don't have a time machine but there are some kids who I walk with (we walk along the same path when going home) and I make sure they know I'm listening. There's one who's voice echos off buildings, and she's reminds me of myself a lot. I hope no one destroys that spirit of hers, you do your best kid.

christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.

like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid

Oooo Cool! Google translate said something similar, "devotional book."

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

I just adjusted and heard my bones crack, theyre not supposed to do that unless I tell them too.

"Tu te demandes si tu es une bête féroce ou bien un saint Mais tu es l'un, et l'autre, et tellement de choses encore Tu es infiniment nombreux Celui qui méprise, celui qui blesse, celui qui aime, celui qui cherche Et tous les autres ensembles Trompe-toi, sois imprudent, tout n'est pas fragile N'attends rien que de toi, parce que tu es sacré Parce que tu es en vie Parce que le plus important n'est pas ce que tu es, mais ce que tu as choisi d'être"

Excerpt from "BLIZZARD" by Fauve

Just realized I could post my slightly terrible poetry on here

Will forever regret not grabbing that really nice tweed jacket I saw on the ground walking to and from school. It didn't have any holes either. I ignored my magpie instincts and lost out

Why does a good coat or tweed jacket have to cost 500£?!?! 😭

Choatic Academia Things That Practice Self-Care

Drinking teas all the time

Making a playlist that changes constantly for showering always kept at your desired length

Drinking water through a straw with ice cubes because normal water taste terrible

Going on ✨ dramatic ✨ walks but actual enjoying it

Dragging your friends to hang out

Collecting things that fill your home and heart

Them: Shake what your Mama gave you!

Me: *stuffing my Autism, childhood trauma and cooking skills into maracas*