I live poetry

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

holy shit is that kate bush

it is so dang funny to me that there is this cultural pressure for artists to be modest about their art. 'you cant say your own book is five stars' WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO RATE IT FOUR? buckaroo if you create ANYTHING from your heart it has all the grand cosmic uniqueness you do. CELEBRATE YOURSELF

must reblog pretty pictures in between the mental breakdown text posts

As he should.

communicating is so cool i wish i knew how to do it

grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

do you guys ever like forget you're interested in something until you start engaging with it again and you go "oh wait i'm like crazy crazy about this yeah"

Tumblr been really inspiring lately. I'm optimistic about the road ahead. Knowing me, shit gone fall into place.

vulnerability is so important but I will not be partaking in it

why is it not socially acceptable to scream really loud

some pdfs are dusty. this is a fact despite their lack of physicality. you understand

If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing