the deep sea creatures when a scientist shows up with a flashlight outta no where
somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
new genre of videos youtube’s algorithm has decided I needed to see
leonard cohen was right it does go like this the fourth the fifth
fun fact! did you know that you can gain extra ‘forbidden time’ by staying up late in the night? but Watch Out
Shit this is great! You can get so much done if you don't sleep!
THE CONSEQUENCES
been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.
july side quests:
- buy a peach from a stand by the side of the road. (isn’t it sweeter than anything? i love you.)
- sit in a cool creek on a hot day. let it run over and around and through you.
- grieve.
- say “it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity that’ll get you.”
- get too damn drunk off of something sticky-sweet made for 17 year-olds to swipe at the barbecue, giggling. cry.
- sit out on the porch and watch the thunderstorms as they roll through every day before dinner. (we needed the rain, didn’t we?)
- grieve. it hangs in the air with the steam rising off of the pavement. breathe it in.
- disregard what your mother told you about electricity to stand tallest in an empty field and watch the heat lightning on the horizon. (i’m sorry. i know i shouldn’t. i love you.)
- stare into the night sky until something stares back. (there’s dipper, that’s the only one i could ever find. say hello)
- teach someone you love how to pull apart honeysuckle, petal-pistil-stamen-nectar-tongue.
- grieve. catch a firefly. let it go. (there are fewer of them than there used to be, when we were kids. i love you.)
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in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay
Tapping the “If art cannot be made without abusing those that make it, I do not want it” sign vigorously once again.
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