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fuck capitalism, I just wanna watch every sunrise, play in the rain, drink tons of tea, listen to the birds, wrap up in a blanket, eat cookies, dip a homemade bread in a soup, dry herbs, talk to plants and embrace the animals, read poetry and drama out loud in a forest to the trees and to the nature spirits, walk barefoot in the moss complimenting mushrooms, cry about dead authors, run in a flower field and pretend to be a hobbit, why is this so difficult, its so simple

the feminine urge to live in a cabin out west and shoot film photography and work on a novel that will never see the light of day until death

The dream

I long for the day that spark will come back and I will have fallen back in love with painting once again