lee 🍥

she’s a 10 but the sleepiest woman to have ever lived

customer: hi how are you today

me: 

Flowers and more flowers.

such toast

https://www.instagram.com/p/B0TYJiKiT4y/

30 years old

that zero is like a looming cavern of darkness beckoning me to freefall into an inevitable abyss of responsibility and unexplained back pain

i’m dying you’re dying the earth is dying the universe is inevitably drifting apart happy birthday to me https://www.instagram.com/p/CP_a3g9Hzxp/?utm_medium=tumblr

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me, rewatching my favourite media for the hundredth time: it’s about the comfort. it’s about the nostalgia. it’s about lacking the necessary emotional bandwidth to take in and process new things in this year of our lord 2021

Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.

life is crying, reading books, drinking coffee, listening to like 2 songs, yearning, simping for the moon and then you die

why can’t i stay in bed all day reading books and listening to music while creating fake scenarios in my head like there isn’t a law against it so wtf

Ada Limón, from The Other Wish; Bright Dead Things: Poems, 2015

okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable and sleep has made you forget all your worries and you go back to sleep feeling as content as ever.

“art is a luxury” is such a disgustingly capitalist concept. the need to make and engage with art, to have beauty and creation, is absolutely fundamental to humans. art should be a human right.

quick somebody add the bread and puppet cheap art manifesto