spoiling myself used to mean plane tickets and expensive nights and booze. but now— a day off? :o sleeping in till 9? my body was lulled to blissful comatose w solitary, music&candle-enhanced yoga last night, which it rolled and delighted in this morning. the perfect morning light dusted with fog and rain fat clouds is sneaking in through the draped windows and settling in this beautiful, clean room. i can feel the red peppers and seaweed and flax and coffee and just fucking nutrients all coalescing and dancing through my blood, and now i’m propped up with pillows in fresh sheets smoking a clove i wasn’t even craving because im almost weaned off cigarettes and god guys, even though there are mountains of study prep to work through, ive got to be the richest mofcka alive.
Pass the gravy
This is where your Slogan...
I really just wanna be warm yellow light that pours all over everyone I love.
my poetry class crush wrote a poem about tvs growing in the forest
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i stared @ this for so long last night and dreamed in moving shapes
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Hair play. Ben actually had two names for this: Sunset and schizophrenia..
Good night, Tumblr.
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Life is too damn short and fucked up to go through it silently loving someone and never telling them how you feel. Fuck the consequences, fuck the implications of the actions, to hell with it all… whatever happens as a result is better than the nothingness that is inevitable with silence.
