Bee Kind

the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world

Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.

I’m self conchus

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

the emptiness is sooooo crazy but still i complete chores

violent love and mutual obsession or nothing at all please

My uniform 💀

i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.

the girls are all here

maybe you could fix him, but I personally, don't intend to. i want to see him baring his teeth while covered in blood

A windy day with a moderate temperature will make you feel like you got reborn into a world that really loves you this time

baja blast sheep have you any wool

everybody leave town i need to talk to myself on a walk for an hour and fifteen minutes