godling

u may wonder why i reblog so many of my own posts. and i say well. why have a good thought once

everything just feels like noise

not to be dramatic but i think primavera sound changed me at the core of my being.. i’ve been finding it easier to cry. to feel. maybe it was the acid but the bass at shlohmo was like nothing i’ve ever felt before. i felt it edit the rhythm of my heart. and it sizzled through to the hairs on my arms. i’ve been to therapy and nothing has changed me like this

tbh i know i am capable of everything i have to do today

i need a week to recover from my holiday lmfao

all my friends quitting their jobs and taking the time to be unemployed i’m so happy for them

so happy to be home omfg i’ve missed my plants and bed and fitness tracker and doing laundry with my own washing machine

why am i surprised that no member of sudan archives is even african

finally found an audience for my “always wondered why they didn’t call it nine inch boys” joke

thought about how expensive it is to travel solo (not sharing accom/food/vehicle hire) and then thought about how precious and dear to me my peace is 💆‍♀️