I am an old person and tumblr is the porch

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

Um I’d just like to be a mythological goddess…I really don’t think that’s too much to ask?

You ever sit there doing something with your hands, listening to a podcast or audiobook or something, and suddenly realise that's your natural state to be. This is what you're supposed to be doing, crafting something nice while listening to another human's speech and thoughts. How people have done this for as long as there's been people, from crafting arrow heads from rocks while listening to grandma tell the tale of the mammoth hunt, to having a friend read aloud from a book while you're all fixing horse reins and doing needlework, to you sitting there doing whatever you're doing, with youtube open on the background.

i wanna marry someone who makes me feel like i'm at an art museum, or a library, or a concert, all at once, art all around me. only that the person is the art i stare at