cat whiskers, the color of the sun, and giving

why don’t you read a poem about the sunrise written 5 centuries ago and contemplate the fact that we have been writing about the same sun for centuries upon centuries and then maybe you’ll calm down

my five-year plan? i dunno. make some pancakes, look at the tops of trees, listen to the oh hellos, sleep in, do things even when it's hard, etc etc

I’m thinking of Beginning it all

moved out of my first apartment in the city, where i began my phd and said i love you and made bread and journaled and cried and baked banana bread and ate soup and listened to cds. there is beauty in ending and beginning and ending and beginning and

starting to think some of us are too good at “do it alone”. maybe we should try “do it with someone we’re not already 100% sure we’d be really great friends with just to build a potential towards that friendship”

there is a certain type of late summer evening sunset that will have you in love with everyone whose life has ever touched yours. this is possibly a feature and not a bug