Up On Melancholy Hill

crack the egg of sympathy and make the omelette of compassion

My hobbies include reading, writing and doing neither of those things

i love my mutuals because we never talk but we still… like… follow each other……….. and i admire that we stick together even tho there is no communication in the slightest………u kno what i mean… hello…

im swimming at the lake and accidentally kicked a fish. this has never happened in my many years of swimming. sorry man

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

who am I without a piece of jewellery to fiddle with

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

so the childhood yearning to live in a fantasy world just never goes away huh

I think about how hayao miyazaki said that love is two people inspiring each other to live. and to live doesn’t just mean to be alive. living involves finding beauty in the simple moments of being. so to inspire someone to be in awe of the simplicity of living? that’s special

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”