my little corner of the world

every couple of months i put my life together and take it apart and put it back together because. well. what else

accidentally forgot to lock in for the past 43 months

Submitting myself to the terrifying ordeal of hope

I love rebloging. It’s the adult equivalent of showing everyone the cool rock I just found.

I do believe in the power of sitting in your car just a little longer before heading inside, lying upside down on the couch, cloud gazing well into adulthood, taking the time to learn something new, humility, recollecting your dreams, pressing something warm against your belly, small talk w strangers, odes to romance, a lit candle on your countertop while you cook, having a sense of humor about life

life goes on no matter what and that’s both comforting and heartbreaking

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

What’s popping, you ask? Why, it’s my joints.