resident hipster

so many mornings I need Dionysus to do this for me

we all talk about the intimacy of eye contact but do you ever think about the intimacy of looking at someone’s eyes while they’re looking at something else—either because they’re distracted or they’re deliberately allowing you to have this moment to yourself or they know that it’ll be too much to look back at you directly—and if so does it ever just make you go full crazy

don’t get it twisted, it has and always will be about the glamour, the trauma and the fucking melodrama.

Identity is a prison! Let yourself respond authentically to each moment as it arrives, without being bound to the narrative of who you think you are! The self is a construct! The truth of your existence is ever changing and infinite as the universe is ever changing and infinite! Abandon the stories of your past selves and be present and alive in this very moment! IDENTITY IS DEAD! THE SELF IS DEAD! YOU ARE ALIVE!

queuing music to listen to in the shower is a sacred and glorious ritual and must be honored

i love when strangers smile at me and i smile back and we have that nice stranger smiling moment