#bwuh.

had a stress dream that a new law was passed forcing me to go back to high school as i am now. at 28 years old. so i was sitting in a classroom surrounded by Literal Children being like "i hate this" and then making plans to meet up with queer friends like "it'll have to be after school. i'm in my senior year of high school" and they were like "you are 28 years old??" and i was like "I Am So Fucking Aware."

alright goodnight maybe. we will see if The Boy perseveres

i have never felt so like. reinforced in my read of a character.

i know being a human being takes recharge time but im so out of practice with being gentle to myself!!!!! i want to live and move and laugh so loud and live up to my name and remind people of the sun!!!!!!!!! i want so desperately to be filled with color and light and love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but instead when i get home i have to crash in bed and im too tired to do the things i love and im still grumpy and i keep forgetting to be nice to myself and its just so hard. i want to be poetry. i want to reduce my entire life to one of those sunswept june evenings where the wind smells like your soul and stay there forever. but its so much harder to romanticize the tired sighs and the ink stained fingers and the messy room and the head down headphones on isnt it? theres beauty in the mundane somewhere but my vision is stuck in an exhausted blurry greyscale

Hm. Bad vibes. Send me some good vibes? Hand me the serotonin? Some nice asks? I will give cherries

 my package has been “out for delivery” since 8am yesterday. i have yet to see it

squints @ all the headcanons i drafted & never published