you don’t hate winter, you hate living an atomized existence where you get up and go to your shitty job rather than sit inside under a fire with your kin telling stories, eating, and playing

Capitalism: go to work 10000 years of evolution: stay home and spin wool and yarns

sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down

I am a simple person. All I want is to wear ugly knit sweaters and walk in the forest. Maybe touch some moss. Toss some pebbles into a stream. Wear some leaves in my hair. Carve runes into stumps. Commune with the spirits I sought out. Wake ancient and feral magic. Lose all contact with civilization. Forget human speech. Turn into a local legend. Every girl's dream.

Not to be a fucking nerd or anything but writing academic papers is actually super fun when you have a genuine interest in the topic!

let tomorrow be an orange grove. let me send myself a good morning text. i love you & your tired hair pushed up in that funny baby bird kind of way. a walk to the grocery store can be a gift. see the way  we enjoy our mornings in different ways - the microwave song, the hot coffee spills, the piecing together of things leftover from the night.  if i slept next to you in the night i think i’d roll over and mindlessly loop an arm around your body. like the mountains pull the sun toward them. holding each other. 

my fashion sense is basically i want cis people to look at me and go oh that is just fucked up and then they leave without speaking to me

you know when you love someone and it's just like.. i would like to make some soup for you