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sitting on my blog’s porch with a cigarette and a shotgun

thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight

i’m not chronically online i’m chronically on tumblr it’s different

it is so annoying being so self aware about all my issues like okay what now girl

nothing you seek will be found on twitter