be free above all else

[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.

should be illegal for someone to start typing to u and never send it. what were u gonna say. come back. I miss u.

briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home

i feel like i never grew out of my Awkward Phase like damn this is just my life now

healthy body and mind simulator

too weird for normal kids too normal for weird kids Just right for being alone and miserable my entire life

good morning. dont think about it too much!!!!

why is it that when im reading fanfic i feel like i have a fairly good metric for if something is characterized accurately but when im trying to write suddenly its like ive never seen this character in my life. would he say that. would he fucking say that. suddenly i have no idea

[ID from Alt: a messy drawing of the sea floor with light shining on it, and some small cat-like shapes scribbled on one of the rocks on the sides, captioned “microorganisms”. End ID]

am I unforgivable or is it just friday

half the thoughts i have aren't mine and i don't know where they're coming from

if i see a group of men laughing i just know its not funny

soooo if youre not supposed to look back in anger how the fuck are you supposed to look back

My problem is that I like to draw pictures