dreamin’

just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough. 

I can't see this as anything other than a giant snake amidst a forest of pine trees

Bonus: If I buy a book I get to keep it! The publisher can't turn up at my house at random and confiscate all the books I bought.

One time my dad and I got into an argument cause he said it was unprofessional for a man to wear a skirt to work because a man would only want to wear women’s clothing if it was a sexual fetish and at the time I just thought it was stupid but in hindsight I think I learned something deeply personal about my dad

“I wouldn’t be caught dead in any kind of dress because dresses are for women and I’m a man so it would be perverted, the only reason a man would wear a dress would be if he was getting off on it” really is the most weirdly conservative way to admit you find crossdressing so intensely erotic that you cannot imagine a reality where it’s boring, huh

Imagine being so pornbrained that you cannot conceive of a reality where a dude might want to hold hands with his husband or go to a nude beach or wear a cute summer dress to the farmers market without being insanely rock hard about it the entire goddamn time

Communicating the language of Soul through embodiment.

I don't know who needs to hear this, but it's time to take your ketchup and fork water

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