this blog may contain sensitive content (its me im sensitive)

"No one wants to work anymore." Damn right brother. If I could sit in a beautiful field for 40 hours every week of my singular precious life I would

daydreaming isn’t enough i need it to happen to me in real life

i just need to hold on until the trees start blooming again

no one appreciates that i could be a million times worse

hair is washed. i am lovable and capable of loving again

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

i have weird fantasies, you know? like being a functional person, loving and protecting the same person for the rest of my life, having some friends, living in a house in the countryside with a huge greenhouse and some chickens