who am I without my playlists

i miss everything all the time but whatever

we were never meant to see everyones opinions all the time

THE MOMENT BEFORE LETTING GO IS OFTEN WHEN WE GRIP THE HARDEST!

whoops lost myself for about eight years there

I find your lack of whimsy disturbing

Class solidarity leaving people's bodies the second workers going on strike inconveniences them in the slightest

oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah im so grateful for the small joys

been laying down a lot lately. nothing to offer anyone anywhere. busy

not progressing. not regressing. just gressing. can't a person just gress anymore? yeesh.

i love saying "ill think about it" (im not gonna think about it!!! mwah!!!!)