kissing booth

i am an ally to all embarrassing and uncool women forever and ever

summer is for horror

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

a lot of your suffering comes from treating your nature like a problem to manage instead of a design to understand

thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight