sweet dreams

Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.

slow mornings, minimized schedules, dancing in the kitchen, a cozy home, surrounded by nature and the ones i love.

I love being around people and I love being alone. If I spend too much time doing either, I start to lose my mind.

i'll forever miss how the internet felt before you had to second-guess the authenticity of every single piece of media you came across. silly videos used to be just silly. fun was coincidental. wonder was just wonder. digital art had character and soul. AI has taken the taste out of everything and irreversibly poisoned the creative sphere and the people still pushing it forward are the doom of joy and hollowing out the quality of being.

Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.

places I know where I belong: paris at sunset, a meadow full of white and pink wildflowers, in the arms of someone who loves me, sleeping on a big cloud, the astral realm, a cottage that smells of fresh sugar cookies and strawberry jam