*my body dangling by my exposed nervous system* I’m good and you?

i was meant to be a 500 year old tree

Sorry I’m late I was touching soft moss on a stone wall

i'm such yayybait. i'm such yippee!bait. i love to become ensnared in delight

shoutout to rain, fog and moss

“nobody wants to work anymore” WRONG! bosses do not want to pay people appropriately for their labor

big beautiful world full of books i haven’t read

jobs for women who prioritise taking it easy and chillaxing forever

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

missing some of my old mutuals lately. i hope life is being kind to you. we were mentally ill together

i miss u so much (pre ai internet)