lucy in the sky

obi-wan kenobi.

i love the skunk that lives in our backyard, and the little mice, and the birds and the squirrels and all the little creatures in our sanctuary

doing the thing where i get upset about the world and collapse into paralyzing exhaustion. girl what good does that do anyone, anywhere

if the thought of animals being driven to extinction is not deeply, profoundly sad to you,

idk man there are two kinds of people, either you support the reintroduction of wolves to their native habitats or you are my enemy

it makes sense that i expect people to find me burdensome, when i feel so burdened always by myself. i feel like an endless weight. i feel endlessly weighed down. doesn’t mean that everyone else feels that way about me. but you can see why a part of me would think so.

i feel often like my life ended a long time ago. like whatever lively thing there might ever have been in me was used up and i am empty, hollow. a sad ghost of a girl.

watched indiana jones and the last crusade earlier which has been one of my favorite movies all my life and felt. nothing. inert. inanimate.