if I don’t wake up, oh…

My brain doesn’t work right! And I can’t explain why because that involves using my brain

I feel like a robot when I’m home alone. My own company is the one I can least be myself in.

Put the laundry away mopped the kitchen floor vacuumed the living room and the hallway made the bed wiped the windowsills and put a new load of laundry on. What can’t she do.

Last night he was eating the noodle soup I made him and he said how did I get so lucky 🥹

looking through my archive and realising how many text posts on here are literally like the wallpaper of my mind

blogging on a laptop with my feet in the air in my pyjamas, big tshirt and fuzzy trousers, my old uniform - feels like i have spent years of my life in a big tshirt and fuzzy trousers - contemplating a second coffee. i love my new routine of putting the coffee on and doing the dishes until it is ready. feeling so so peaceful this early spring, peace like i have never known it. i'm excited to get to know myself, my taste in literature now i'm an adult, things that feel relevant enough to me to write down. noodle soup for dinner.

Going to get my hair done at the salon simply because a) I can b) I hate doing it myself c) I’m sick of my hair looking rubbish all the time !! And I’m going to read my book while I’m there