love it when sunlight spills through every window all at once and gilds all the rooms in honey and a house feels a little more like a home and childhood wasn’t so far back after all

one thing about me is that i am viscerally against inconveniencing retail and food workers… the checkout guy just mistakenly asked to see my ID because he thought my sparking water was hard seltzer and my ass just showed it to him instead of saying anything. i think i would rather die then correct him in his home turf

A part of healing is remembering that you can make a different choice next time. Sometimes this in itself is the lesson.

Thinking about my body as something that is mine and not up for consumption as an object or to be enjoyed only by someone else while I feel horrible for pushing it to extremes to make it useful or desirable makes me enjoy it so much more and takes so much pressure out of me. What matters most for my body... is that it feels good to be inside it.