b a m b i

I really believe the biggest gift I can give myself as a woman is the freedom to just be out in the world and be obsessed with learning & making & doing things instead of anything internal even though I wasn't raised to be that way at all

Time is a flat circle. 1989 was rereleased and Cool John is back in my life.

These memories make me ache so fully and awfully I never want to do anything again.

I forget what the Sunday scaries are because I wake up in a beautiful woman’s bed now on Sundays and she has a vintage pink fan running for white noise & weighted blankets & comfy pillows that she stacks around me while folding laundry. The woods are right outside the windows & she puts on her frilly apron & makes coffee & we go out to a diner or thrifting then watch cartoons in bed in between her cooking amazing meals (yesterday was salmon w/baked zucchini & apples) and carrying in snacks and cold drinks (salted watermelon & non-alcoholic beer w/lime in a chilled glass) while I rest my tired body in her sheets. It feels stupid that I get to be this happy