sleeping all day with a cold, barely able to breathe, too weak to get up, thinking to myself: I must be faking this to get out of work
it is so ingrained in me that i have to “earn” things like eating and resting that i forget that logically i. Do not have to earn that. inherently i am just allowed to do those things.
I have decided to burn my old diaries and have been scanning them for pages I might want to keep and these two entries really summarise my life in the past years quite well
obviously dietary requirements aren't a joke but my grandma sometimes runs errands for her church and i asked her what she's up to today and she said extremely seriously "ive got to track down the body of the gluten free christ, julia"
I'm fascinated by how the formatting of different social media sites affect how text is read.
For instance, a line break on Tumblr indicates a new idea.
sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else
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but you have to consider the shrimplications…
guess i'll put this here too, even though its past the day in my timezone lol
Bits from my life, occasional reblogs | Autumn: always-between-birches | Winter: burnt-almonds
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