Watery Room 2, With My Sleeping Puppy

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

The way a Bachelors degree is the equivalent to a written recommendation from a former store manager at a Circuit City now. Just nuke us already fuck.

Studio Ghibli: ‘Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind’ (1984) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

insta rotted my brain so bad that scrolling tumblr feels like dancing barefoot through a meadow

spreading my attention across several things at once to make no progress on any of them at maximum efficiency

Moonlit mountain scenery with people standing at a river by Georg Emil Libert (Danish, 1820–1908)

I just don't think that there's this big majority of happy "neurotypicals" who aren't at all bothered by working a crappy full-time job just to barely afford a room in a shitty apartment in a world that gets scarier by the day and doesn't leave much time OR money for either connection, rest, self care or hobbies. Like I think that's a myth we are being sold to shame us into acting like we're fine too actually for as long as we possibly can

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980