heart of fire, stars in my eyes

i genuinely don't think there's much, if anything, hotter than someone clearly having a blast doing something they're really good at. doesn't really matter what it is. the combo of competence and joy is absolutely lethal to me

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.