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i think about this post like. once a week. and i mean that.

can anyone tell me why i enter the grocery store a normal person and emerge as some sort of vile ravening monster

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.

well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

Bro come look at the stars with me I am not feeling like myself

its just me and the album i decide to have on repeat this week

i went to i love you island

i went there

i went to i love you island because i love you