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florence welch was right. it picks me up puts me down chews me up spits me out a hundred times a day picks me up puts me down i'm always running from something i push it back but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far

Yearning for her (the fiber craft I left at home because I thought I wouldn't be bored)

will you just let me be silly for a sec. there's this dread so ancient in me

car conversations so good bc of removal of eye contact expectation. let us all learn from this

the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired

Hypermobility is like a subscription you like for the first 16 years of your life, then suddenly you can't cancel it and the only thing it gives you is undescribable pain

spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.

I’m convinced that if someone snapped my body like a whip all of my bones would go back to their assigned seats.