i’m glad we don’t have to hunt for our food anymore.. i don’t even know where Sandwiches live 

i love you comforter i love you pillow i love you sheets i love you mattress i love you plushie i love you dark room i love you bedtime

i have what I call the “This is my first time on earth” stare

listening to music you loved when you were younger feels like a connection with your past self. like did she know I’d be listening to this exact same song so many years in the future? she couldn’t have imagined the person I am now. it feels like a hand reaching through time. like looking at the moon and realising that throughout history other people have looked at the same moon and felt the same way. a moment when the boundaries of time blur and it’s just me, enjoying music, connected with all the past versions of myself who are listening to this same song

doing past life regressions just to watch my husband die from tuberculosis on our tobacco farm

i drag him out the screen door and down the front porch steps, he says he wants to stare at the sky as he dies. i don’t know the first thing about farming tobacco.