choke enough

sorry if my gorgeously sweet doe eyes misled you but I am actually deeply traumatized and insanely perverted.

james baldwin was so right when he said you think you’re alone and then you pick up a book and realise someone else has felt the same way as you and managed to find a language for it. the realest shit

you ever wake up one day and feel a thick miasma of decay and sorrow looming over everything and everyone in your immediate vicinity for no reason. isnt it fucked up how that happens. like you can just tell shits fucked today

days don’t have to be great to be good days. good days can be calm and relatively uneventful, a small rest from seemingly longer days. those are the ones i find myself overlooking and then missing. there were days when i tasted really good fresh fruit or bought a happy little bee plant or took a nice nap or had lunch outside under the sun. those were good days i should have given more credit.