Nocturnal and Nevermind

whew ok, time to work! ..okay. okay. let’s get started. …,,okeyy ah lets do this. yep…. okay. yes sir lets do this. let’s get started….just gonna start now yep. ,,okay. okay. okayy. ok. …ok..okey…..alright ok.. right hhh

to have moments that you can’t really tell anyone because no one else is as excited about it as you… like your small plant growing a new leaf, seeing the prettiest lovebirds fly by your bedroom window, a strange connectedness you felt with someone you’ve never met before, and just the content feeling of waking to a bright blue sky. they do brighten my day and they’re like my secrets, maybe not something i’ll always remember but it’s just the romance of a quiet and secretive life with the tiniest untold, fleeting joys and pleasures that’s so attractive to me ♡  

I really hope the universe brings me to the right people I need in my life this year.

one of the best feelings is knowing that you’re wanted. knowing that someone wants to talk to you, wants to know how you’re doing, wants to see you.

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.

Does anyone else get those random rushes of motivation like, “I’m gonna be so fucking successful dammit, watch me”

best 20 minutes of the year

ok can we agree that the WORST feeling is when you’re just sitting around consciously procrastinating and you’re just overly aware that each second that passes is more time wasted and you like watch hours pass and you’re STILL procrastinating and you CANT STOP and your panicked brain is trapped inside a body that refuses to be productive and inside you’re screaming but outwardly you’re just eating chips 

i said whoever burned the library of alexandria you’re moms a hoe

im educated but like…im still stupit

me, procrastinating: i hope somebody kills me before this is due