Maintenance

when the quarantine is over we are bringing back the cult of dionysus

looking back on old photos of yourself is an act of mourning, always. how many times have you looked at pictures of yourself from even just a few months ago and thought “who is that? did i look like that? she’s beautiful” but fail to reconcile it with how you felt. that girl is me and that girl is beautiful but i have never been her, y’know? and the cycle is endless. i am always longing to be myself from two years ago, or six months ago, or last night. SHE was beautiful in ways i don’t know how to be now. i’m grieving for the death of my past selves, constantly, and grieving for the time they wasted mourning THEIR predecessors when they could’ve been feeling beautiful. in between disparaging remarks about the weight she holds around her midsection, my mother shows me photos from when she was younger and handles them gently; “i was kind of a looker back then, wasn’t i?” i wonder what i’ll be saying about this body in thirty years. i wonder if it’ll be kind

BDSM = Bring Down Scott Morrison

im just out here trying to eat fruit and stay moisturized and drink water and recover from childhood trauma and protect my vibes, man

“i love you”s are not a limited resource and should be used constantly, at any occasion, all the time!!!!!!!!!!

vegetables aren’t gross y’all just can’t cook

brussels sprouts are GOOD! broccoli is GOOD! green beans are GOOD! squash is GOOD! cauliflower is GOOD! asparagus SUCKS and i will die on that hill! eggplant is GOOD! yall just cant cook!!!

There is a lot of trust in letting someone take you on a motorbike ride, at speed, while you - not facing the road ahead - arms outstretched in the wind - watch the receding road, and sing to the sky, letting the rider steer, anchored only by leaning on their back. 

well that was gay

Fuck, you guys

god made me bisexual for a reason