i just want to be a cat in late spring. because then i could just sit in the sun and blink slowly and maybe chase a bug. i think that’s what we all want
i can’t believe i still use tumblr in 2023 i feel like an old guy who stubbornly refuses to get a mobile cuz house phones work perfectly fine. and he’s right
kids these days don’t know about Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. they’ll never understand
this is me all day
i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other’s names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
waters so amazing because you can drink it really sloppy style and like spill it all over yourself and it doesnt even leave a stain. you dont even have to wash it out/ . because its already washed
Li-Young Lee, from The Other Hours, Book of My Nights: Poems
Art by SODA ABO

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