·̩͙ ₊ ᨦ⎛˶'ᵕ'˶ ⎞ᨩ ໋₊ ·̩͙‬

in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

the moon is out, and it’s full, and suddenly i am six in the back of my parents car watching it follow us. and i am scrambling for that childhood innocence, for the same mind that saw the light in the sky and decided it was following after me so my parents could see where they were going. i wonder, how could i have been so cruel to that child? the same child who grew up sun kissed and wonder filled and devastated that bees were killed by their own protection. i wonder, how could i have patched up my own scraped knees, shown myself physical love, but denied myself emotional? i am nine and i am singing as i ride my bike because i think the wind drowns my voice out. and years later, i look back and think of how silly that sounds. i wonder, why was i so harsh? why should i throw darkness to put out the flame of my “silly” childhood beliefs? how was i to know better? i wonder, how can i live with the same wonder and curiosity as that child? i wonder, how would things have gone if i had shown myself the love i needed?

subtle intimacy is so soft. knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”

don’t be scared to live lovingly. compliment your friends on the little things and cheer for live bands in small cafes and leave tips when you can. tell the person you saw that you really like their shirt and write cards and letters to the people you love. make playlists for people and don’t be afraid to express your appreciation for others. life is so much better when you live it with love.

cant stop thinking about how love is stored in the kitchen. when somebody cooks for you or you make food for somebody that’s the purest corner of the heart that gets on the plate

while you're here on this earth? make the most of it. catch those fireflies. drink that beer as you watch the sunset. watch the rain. write poetry about being caught in this human form for just a little while. watch the stars. remember: you ARE the stars.

shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.

Would you speak this way to trees?

Believe that things can suddenly change for you. Do not worry about how and when. Just deeply believe in the possibility of a new outcome. It can all be so different than what you are currently experiencing. Nothing is ever final. Allow that to bring you peace and give you hope.