im a protected species you fucking asshole

Every time you are at ease while being misunderstood your cells improve nutrient absorption by 10%

dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again

[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.

a second bumblebee has hit the flowers

for example nothing

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet