It is November. The year on its deathbed. I have outlived my body so many times these months. Like wildflowers in concrete, I am trying to grow between the syllables of my name.
Fishermen in Gaza, I love this…such a beautiful sight
more views from the old bod bc ofc
critical reading and coffee! ☕️
i love being a preschool teacher because yesterday i was teaching my class how life is not a race and how we can move slowly with intention. another child asked me, “what is life about, then?” and i responded “life is about having fun and being happy!” and they all giggled and agreed. the same child said “life is about riding bikes outside!” what a sweet moment
i just want a warm soup and a hug :( tired of sitting at my desk and studying
virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions : "to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones."
Somewhat my July reads, hopefully.
“ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀᴛs ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ: ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ғᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs”, 1994. x
Bateman 🤣🤌🏻 I love all the batman.
Let’s call the one from the dark knight trilogy the baleman