Sometimes I Say Self Loathing Things To My Therapist And He Looks At Me Dead In The Eyes Before Saying

Body language is completely unique to every single individual person and the science of body language is almost if not completely unreliable and if I have to listen to one more person claim they can “read” me by my body language I’m gonna flip.

MULTIPLE people in my life have told me they can “tell” I’m “self conscious” because I look at my feet when I walk and they say it like they want me to open up about some social insecurities, like I have some wall they’re about to break down and we’ll have a moment

And I tell them the same truth every single time:

As a kid we had two MASSIVE Holly trees in the backyard and my dad and my uncle, both well meaning but perhaps poor planners, said “yes a great place for a swing set is directly beneath those.”

So they built it there and the issue is that entire section of yard was a Minefield of dried Holly leaves with one final mission before they became dirt which was to Stab themselves into a child’s foot

And being that my siblings and I had some feral rage aversion to wearing shoes, we took to running to the swings on our tiptoes, staring at the ground for the leaves

And to this DAY I still look at the ground when I walk out of habit formed by a decade of that

And NO body language guide and NO BBC Sherlock wannabe would EVER source that

“the meaning of life is love” if you mean romantic then no, I am walking away from your definition and mind that values romance as the single pillar of life. if instead you mean the devotion of a friend to knowing the recipe of your favourite soup, the never-ending patience of your fingers scratching your pet’s itchy fur in just the perfect spot, the gentleness of the old neighbour tending to flower that will only bloom one year but they think still deserve to have the best care, the child reading a book of its most beloved story to a sibilng. if you mean humanity looking at the world and asking “who are you and how can I love you” and after not getting an answer, inventing poetry and song and science to understand, to adore, to remember. then yes. I walk towards you.

just in case you for some reason wanna find out which of my favourite  anime boys you are lmao

https://uquiz.com/XNpOEU

Hippie Academia

☆ loving learning but being sceptical about public education system

☆books about nature and spirituality

☆flowy skirts, flowery shirts, lots of crystals and wooden jewellery, dissolved messy hair

☆ wanting to live your life to the fullest

☆learning in the nature

☆ music is life

☆knowledge is a way to change world for better

☆getting philosophical at 2 am

☆being pissed that you will probably end up in soulless work 9 to 5 just to make it for a living

☆dreams about living in the cottage and leave the modern world

☆ going on the protests

☆ cheap wine and weed

☆using almost everything from second hand: from clothes to books

Verdelite in Quartz, Chlorite Quartz, Aventurine and a Plum blossom

Over and over

deeper and deeper

layer by layer

life gets touched by healing

in abundance

knowing no scarcity of love

as it is present in all that lives

°Woodlights Woudlicht

It is the year of our lord 2022. I told a customer I liked her shoelaces. Not as a tumblr reference, as a genuine compliment. I had forgotten about the meme altogether, and her shoelaces were a pastel ombré of various pinks and oranges, with bronze aglets.

She smirked. I had fallen into her trap. She would later tell me at the register that she bought fancy shoelaces for every pair of her sneakers, for this very reason.

“Thanks.” she said, mischievously grinning, “I stole them from the president.”

I burst out laughing. She smiled triumphantly, and then the snort in my laugh made her laugh. My 40yo coworker looked at us like we were from mars.