morning glory daydreams

things will work out + it’s still early + not everything is lost + trees

I'm going into the forest to decompose, y'all want anything?

does anyone wanna hangout someday

let’s all quit our jobs and just go on walks

normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3

stoicism won’t save you. pick up a hobby where you make something with your hands

getting older and weirder and sexier and more perverted and gluttonous and intelligent and blunt and eloquent and spontaneous and skilled is literally what it's all about

the moon is the one rock i cannot collect, so instead i am looking respectfully

As a poet, I also want my viewers to take this rather beautiful allegory into account.

the people yearn for nonplastic fabrics