LITERALLY, i started making all sorts of cakes, and jewellery with beads, and crocheting, and knitting, and style hair like they do at the beach. i've spent my whole life until like 6 months ago doing absolutely nothing, idk what's happening
now at an age where i just wanna MAKE shit. bread. candles. baskets. birdhouses. the world isn't my oyster, it's my deluxe lego set.
The thing about writing is that either it is the most peaceful and satisfying activity ever, or you're wandering about your house at 2:30am with your laptop on 3% battery, 25+ tabs open, a cursor blinking away taunting your inaptitude as you try to remember what doorknobs are called. Or you're lying in a pit of darkness not writing at all.
not to sound like a whore or anything but last night i dreamt that someone caressed the small of my back
the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary
THIS IS KILLING ME
I hope you have sex dreams about me tonight.
Your activism cannot begin and end at donations. Palestine is not a charity cause. You need to be speaking up for us too. Speak for our dignity and tell the world what is happening. Bear witness alongside us and use your voice.
I ❤️ contributing to low birth rates
this photo is genuinely driving me crazy i keep coming back to it to just stare at him he looks INSANELY good
my god i need him so bad
gaia | 20s | she/her | a goose tried to eat me when i was seven.
299 posts