32 • always tired
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
can’t believe I’m expected to work even though I don’t feel like it and would rather not
Touch ass or touch grass but you gotta pick one and stop acting like that
ur either jerking off with me or jerking off against me
To the person reading this, I hope tonight treats you gently, and that tomorrow looks brighter.
“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆
crazy how sometimes u dance alone to your favorite song in your bedroom and you are like oh yeah thats why im alive
“Do you ever wonder how many people’s dreams you have been in?”— I wonder if you ever dreamed about me
“PBJ & Jar of Milk” me, oil, 2022
It completely blows my mind we still have oil painters. It feels like the height of luxury to have the joys of impressionism, modern art movements, and then people doing this the same as they ever were, making paintings that could be taken out of an art history textbook if you forget for a moment that mason jars might not have looked exactly like that