봄날

rice fills me with joy and happiness, but more importantly it fills me with rice

in many ways being alive is about getting to have a little coffee every morning

i want to learn at least 6 languages and play the bass and electric guitar and piano and make sculptures and paint and write and have a little garden and a cosy home with a reading corner and a bedroom with a rooflight but mostly i just want to love and be loved love this world cherish my life and everyone around me

I love hedonism and self indulgence I’m sorry

So I’m guessing we’re all growing old with each other on tumblr.

Old friends senior blog sanctuary

i know its been said b4 but growing up suicidal and then reaching an age you never planned to live to is extremely stressful and terrifying, and we deserve more credit for not killing ourselves and THEN having to make up for the time we spent not caring if we lived or died and not doing work to improve our lives.

i feel behind in life because i spent the last 7 ish years not giving a shit about my future because i assumed id be dead before id have to deal with that, and now i have to start making decisions that many people started considering years ago.

i just feel like. suicidal people dont get credit for firstly, how stressful life is while suicidal, how difficult it is just to do simple tasks, and secondly, how hard it is to recover from years spent not caring once a person is no longer actively suicidal or no longer having suicidal ideations.

i blame studio ghibli for making me feel like the only place and time i could ever be happy is one summer day in 1980s japan

when they’re your friend but you aren’t their friend

honestly the boundaries between friendship and romance don’t really matter that much like at all if everyone involved is ok with it

like most of what is and isn’t romance is cultural/constructed anyways... you can take and leave what you want with it as long as you maintain boundaries. does that make sense