Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”
“I miss conversations that didn’t start with ‘this killer truck’.”
Supernatural | 6.13 Route 666
I shut my eyes to sleep and I heard you whisper my name.
can’t wait for spotify wrapped to tell me that i’ve listened to the same three songs all year but in a fun powerpoint graphics kind of way
““Let today be the day you love yourself enough to no longer just dream of a better life; let it be the day you act upon it.” - Steve Maraboli”
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“to ease a lone heart / into winter emptiness, / November’s reason”
— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 9 November 2020