Infinite Possibilities And Finite Lives

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?

how to be gentle with yourself when you have the curse

there are places in the world today that are experiencing 40°C for the first time in recorded history. of course there's no way to know whether chucking billionaires into volcanos will appease the sun god but i feel we're doing the scientific method a disservice if we don't at least try

my summer plans consist of unclenching my jaw + forgiving myself

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.

I don’t remember where this story was from but it was about how the writers older brother died when he was young and years later had a son who, had never met the brother had the same mannerisms as him. Ok I think I remember the key words were “my son drinks from the water fountain like my brother” or something

words cannot describe how much i love showering. my wet contemplative box