everything is just a moment baby

So There's This Open Wound At The Heart Of The Text

steven moffat changed lives when he wrote “the day you lose someone isn’t the worst. at least you’ve got something to do. it’s all the days they stay dead.” like he was on the astral plane when he was writing that to me

saw this post the other day that talked about how so many of us are soooo scared of appearing even momentarily human towards each other these days. like you can't see me sweat or cry or without makeup or with food stuck in my teeth or laugh loud and ugly. everything must be composed and sanitised and photo ready at all times. it's like corporate office culture seeping out into our homes and our lives and for what. it's not cringe to be a real person around other real people

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

being alive is like,, being so full of love and so full of loss at the same time. a lot to carry around either way.

Nothing wrong w/ me, actually, #selfundiagnosing

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

it’s so magical and beautiful that there are sprawling interconnected cave systems carved deep into the earth by various geological forces and you don’t have to go in them. there are miles and miles of stone passageways in total darkness that require you to exhale all the air out of your lungs to squeeze through parts of them and you don’t have to be there. some of these squeezes are underwater and require cave divers to take off their oxygen tanks and push them through ahead of them and me i am above ground looking at the sky as we speak. there are untold subterranean wonders no human has ever seen and i will not be the one to discover them #grateful #blessed