Reading Over Reality

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

the great divide is like what if you stayed and it haunted you and what if you left and it haunted you and what if you came back and it haunted you

unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.

For some people, all that's required for being the villain in their story is that you don't let them walk all over you.

the worst extremely low-stakes consequence of societal fatphobia is when a low-calorie/""""healthy"""" recipe is actually good and suddenly everyone thinks you're sharing it as a diet aid and not because it fucks hard

They hate it when u dont abide by the same imaginary rules that they force themselves to live under

honestly having a brother is a lot like just knowing some guy