Google Search How To Cough Up The Ball Of Grief That's Been Stuck In Your Stomach Since Birth

There’s a level of confessional that only occurs when someone is driving you home late at night

I love it when my hair is full of humidity and I’m in a matching linen outfit strolling around calmly, nowhere to be, nothing to see, just existing, probably buying fruit.

listening to pure heroine and pretending like none of the years since count

look at my lawyer dawg i‘m going to jail

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What part of the mundane and joy can I not creatively interpret?

To paint your emotions is one thing, to be confined to sadness is another.

Creativity sparked by death is grim, using grief as paint I finished the forest scenery

each brush strokes repeats the motion of her hands combing my hair

each detail I add she undo a knot,

each rocks and tree I paint she plaits my hair, with the same care and softness as I add the shadows.

i hate to say it but. the healthy eating people are kinda onto something. if you can figure out a way to get all your greens and proteins and fiber in ways that taste good to you you start to prefer the healthy option over junk food 7/10 times