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Nothing sexier than when the energy matched.

im….real? my existence has… impacts? i touch things and they move, i breath in and out and the air buzzes around me? the sun rests on my skin…. grass is crushed under my toes… people see me and have an idea of who i am… my name is on papers….? im sorry this is… this is too much….  

the person reading this is going to survive the rough patch they’re going through

may you get a sign this week that shows you that you’re on the right path and that things are flowing and moving in your favor. may the sign be evident, clear, and direct

Taking candy from a baby is seen as evil but it’s actually good because candy is bad for babies.

i think my problem is that i can't just pull a snufkin and spend three months out of each year wandering through nature in the contentment of my own solitude, marveling alone and quiet at the way birds sing and stars turn and light falls through forest branches, passing through towns where i talk to the locals just enough that we no longer feel mysterious to each other, playing music by riverbanks under the bright moonlight, only to return from my travels rejuvenated and yearning to tell all the stories i've gathered to my warm and understanding boyfriend, whose anchoring presence is the closest i will get to letting myself use the word home

[puts several things in my coat pockets] inventory

me selling my wares from the forest