... 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔

i think if someone held me rn i would just completely melt into them

the secret to life is to always use more spinach and less rice than you think you’ll need

the second secret to life is that fresh air warm sun and a cup of tea will make your problems small enough to start handling

the third secret to life is that violence sometimes really is the answer

*finds a bottle on the beach* *opens it* *bottle starts screaming* what the fuck

I close the bottle. I throw it back into the ocean.

Now the bottle contains my startled sounds for the next curious person, passing a startled yell ages and ages on past the point the bottle was used for it’s original messaging the echo of the pasts and their understanding lost forever giving way to the frightened unknowing screams of the ongoing present.