a morbid longing for the picturesque

anybody out there hiring gay losers. ideally a 100k/year salary and i work for one hour every day when i feel like it. thanks

literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.

been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.

People have repeatedly asked me why I’m so scared of driving and quite frankly I think I hold a normal amount of fear towards driving. I think most people could stand to be a little more scared of driving tbh

Nothing is funnier to me than when jobs say “urgently hiring” and then you look at the requirements and they’re like bachelors degree, five years of sales experience, ability to relocate immediately, at least one car and at least two appendixes, must have been on the moon exactly twice, must be comfortable sacrificing virgins to ancient gods, must have swam across the artic in fourth grade, 2 years management experience preferred,

my heart's full to the brim w the joy of loving btw. i'll die one day but also i won't. on account of the love.

pick up struggling honeybee from a crowded high street. a fragment of me lives w her. compliment the cashier on her hairband. a fragment of me lives w her. alert the stranger on the bus when the travel card falls out of their pocket. a fragment of me lives w them. let the toddler in the park join our game of football. a fragment of me lives w them. i'll die but i won't. i'm here but i'm everywhere else too. you get me?