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starting worldbuilding btw
need to start worldbuilding for my otherworldly best-of-both-worlds above/underwater coming of age saga
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a world without lists would not be worth living in honestly i would be out
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when they said “doing the work” they were being so deadass like all i am doing is the work and i do not mean employment
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need to start worldbuilding for my otherworldly best-of-both-worlds above/underwater coming of age saga
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very confused too many options w too much weight tied to each of them
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figuring out how to be in the same place with my love. feeling so terribly alone in the meantime.
finding a career that i actually want. starting a job i do not really want next week.
starting and finishing these giant commissions i’ve taken on.
needing to face some of my worst fears and learn how to drive.
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woke up with an indescribable weight on my chest… feels like i can’t escape the hardship and pain. left hell to go chill in purgatory lol
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life feels so cruel. fled something soul-crushing, found something that finally feels healthy and breathes life back into me, but they’re a distant star that i can only see at certain fateful times. i hope we may soon have more than eclipses, my love
#so yeah i miss him bad and this time was the hardest#but also a very beautiful and eventful time :) we had so much fun in my hometown
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waiting for him to come here rather than me going there is so much less excitable ooh ahh going on a trip to see my bae and so much more i need him in my bones
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Woke up to butterflies in my chest because I’m seeing my baby in six hours. Started crying because I never knew it could feel this way :’) so easy, so natural, so healthy, so whole. stripping nothing away from my being, my heart and soul, but instead adding to my life in every way. he soothes me, he cares for me, i trust him. is this real
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Environmental activist Julia Butterfly Hill
Photo Dan Winters
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reading julia butterfly hill’s book about living at the top of an ancient redwood tree for two years to keep it from being turned into lumber. very awe inspiring… how she describes the mental/physical anguish, the emotional states she flowed through, her shifting perspectives as she navigated dire circumstances of every variety, constantly barraged by tests of her fortitude as an impassioned human being who just loved that fucking forest DOWN…
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