i live for older girls who take care of you and give you advice on weird things w/o judging bc they’ve experienced it and are just so warm. my only goal in life is to be that for others one day
me being mutuals with someone but not talking to them is the same as a cat existing in the same room as a person and considers it socializing. me liking and reblogging posts is like the cat purring
this blog is my diary it's my sketchbook it's stuff on my bedroom wall it's a pdf it's an unpublished novel it's a collage. it's all of these things
“(…) semblava un ésser sagrat, no com una persona o un animal, sinó com si fos un vegetal, un animal i un ésser humà alhora o una existència estranya indeterminada”.
La vegetariana, Han Kang
You ever sit there doing something with your hands, listening to a podcast or audiobook or something, and suddenly realise that's your natural state to be. This is what you're supposed to be doing, crafting something nice while listening to another human's speech and thoughts. How people have done this for as long as there's been people, from crafting arrow heads from rocks while listening to grandma tell the tale of the mammoth hunt, to having a friend read aloud from a book while you're all fixing horse reins and doing needlework, to you sitting there doing whatever you're doing, with youtube open on the background.









