The more I look up, the more I feel below

"No one wants to work anymore." Damn right brother. If I could sit in a beautiful field for 40 hours every week of my singular precious life I would

when you accept that you will never be normal about anything you like you'll be free

Well, well, well. If it isn't the consequences of someone else's actions that I am directly impacted and severely affected by

sorry can't talk rn i'm looking up the menu of a restaurant i'm going to in a week

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

dead serious normalize having an average boring ass life where you have enough to meet your needs we do not need to be remarkable we just need to be alive

Daniel Garber (American 1880-1958) American Evans Road, 1947, Oil on canvas

“are they lovers?” worse. they were supposed to be and never got the chance to

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything