The kiss by Gustav Klimt in Nepali version

The essay of the day on my kobo from substack

The great tragedy of our time is that people expect art without craft, writing without effort, relationships without friction. But that effort, that friction, shapes us and gives us dignity. The work of making something is what makes you.

everything goes my way because im me and i want it to

I always carry around 3 notebooks: -One for my thoughts -One for planning schedules and recipes that i make up in my head -One for writing down all the words and phrases that I read/hear people say that i want to remember

moving at my own pace, i will bloom again and again and again

Believe

Round windows

not only am i exactly who i think i am, it turns out i’m actually someone much bigger

woaaaaa

THE MUSIC WHAHAHAHAAHAH

:))))

one day i’ll buy an apartment like this w the loml in a walkable city and erase my entire digital footprint

yeah don’t insult me

Ancient Hindustani proverb: "Does nt matter yaar"

it’s actually crazy

yeah we are having a baby boy💙