why dont you make like a tree and feel the breeze and the sun and the changing of the seasons. and Grow

im full of love but im full of rage but im full of love

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like

I will forever be profoundly unimpressed with people who take pride in their unkindness to others

this isn’t a “blog” we are having tea together. do you take sugar

I love a snack that’s also a little bit of an activity. peeling a clementine, stringing a cheese, roasting marshmallows, stuff like that. eating a pomegranate is like a game of sudoku to me.