Treeleaftown

Gareth Llewellyn (2022)

When I like someone I want to do breathing exercises with them

I’m so curious what I’m gonna do now . !

Ok men are nothing ready to be a beautiful competent Anne of green gables type angel again. I can do everything all by me self

Nobody is ever ready for anything you cant prepare yourself for a relationship its so stupidddd that we get told this like “girll focus on yourselffff”. If you were smart you wouldnt be focusing on anything at all actually cuz nothing matters. But if we r gonna be sold this like true love fantasy then i guess focus on THATTT, fall sooo deep into the fantasy, let it destroy and rebuild you thats whats so good about love. This bubble wrapping urself generation like sorry but i just do not subscribe to this version of love im not happy that the options for me are guys that are “aware of dating rules”. I read GOOD books and watcj GOOD movies cunnnn I see my mum and dad i know what GOOD relationships look like its not “healthy communication “ or like “learning a love language” or “taking space” its explosion explosion explosion bomb bomb bomb holding up a mirror to eachother and hating it and seeing yourself in the things you hate about them and choosing to instead love that about them and yourself cuz yoy cannot change a person. You jhst havr to love them and its always your choice. Love and relationships is literally just destruction and unavoidable change and crisis over and over and over again its meant to obliterate your ego and your partner should every day naturally unconsciously be teaching you something new about the world. Or am i being dramatic lol. Romance exists to explode you and my confusion is this: how do you not love that??

why do things even have dress codes. who gives a shit about anything

A hora da Estrela (Suzana Amaral, 1985)

“There…is your spiritual obligation to literature: root out the reductive; seek excellence; pursue the numinous. And, along with a disciplined intellect (for one is of no use without the other) give to children their imaginations, of which they are being robbed with totalitarian intensity by the trash around them.”

— Alan Garner, The Voice That Thunders

I wish meditation could give answers to impossible questions but it can’t