Love like the sound of a faraway train.

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Admiral Maltings, Alameda. Their malting floor is visual asmr.

My mom is so pure, when I put a couple extra throw pillows and new comforter on her bed she says “I feel like Cleopatra” 🥲

if writing hurts you’re doing it right

Trusha Sawant, contempory Indian graphic designer and illustrator #WomensArt

If I prep too long I’ll be paralyzed. I need to jump right into a project and learn as I fuck it up.

As per usual I was bemoaning to my therapist my wretched relationship/life decisions as a bumbling 19 year old and the years of repercussions that followed, and she said: it’s not a mistake to love someone. That’s a good thing.

Simple words to slap me awake.

Demand equal time for the good voices in your head.

Beware of conversations that pour the wrong can of stories into your vacant eagerness.

A litany of pine needles dripping spring rain.

Florence Meyer dances for Constantin Brancusi in his atelier.

1932 • Paris

Rainy cozy day, coffee and toast and tea and writing and toast and tea and art and sleep

Woke up in another time, thought I still lived with my parents and my dad was still alive

Orange blossoms perfuming the night

We opened ourselves to the vine

Why does everyone tell me to watch The Bear. Stressful as fuck

Sending thoughts to the sky