my new daily practice is to attempt to become so bored that I start checking in with my toes to see how they're feeling

BACK ON BLUESKY

warm pools of light appreciation post

something to be said for refusing to cultivate good taste in certain arenas so that you can continue to delight in the cheap stuff forever

someone on here recently said something about abstraction as the desperate retreat of the avoidantly attached mind but I can’t find it so now I am just saying it again. that’s oral tradition baby

we are convinced by things that show the traces of their own evolution

when you cried your tiny heart out to all those albums in high school you were actually investing in your future self, who can now put on said albums and power through punishing tasks purely on the strength of a single remembered adolescent emotion

I dreamed I was the deepfates program. then I awoke, and now I wonder

left my frontend eng job to go to drawing pictures of buildings school but now juries for drawing pictures of buildings school are FOUR (4) days away and am vibrating with how fervently I wish I could be writing react code for bluesky interfaces instead rn… cruel fate

the vast and endless sea, the cold and distant stars, the long and winding road,

there is something quite romantic about having an ancient egyptian pharaoh trapped in the labyrinthine interiors of the golden pyramid you wear around your neck

regular body parts: I'm growing 😇 teeth: in the dark secret places of your skull where I have rooted I am becoming hard and calcified and strong. I lie in wait. one day I will destroy the other teeth in my path and erupt through your soft, fleshy gums

attention makes things beautiful

when you have a crush on someone and your entire awareness reorients to their being, your skin suddenly hypersensitive to a fleeting touch, the sound of their voice grazing you like a physical presence

rip nietzsche you would have flourished as a poaster

the fact that we can drive, as a species, feels directly rooted in this really distinctly human facility for extending our body map beyond our physical body, into our tools

if you do not have time for mind altering substances you can simply develop moderate to severe myopia, remove your corrective lenses, and turn to the nearest light source to see it explode into a splintered web of intricate geometries. it’ll do in a pinch

the sacred seriousness of genuine play, reverent, surrendering, free

happy bicycle day! lsd more than anything else has given me a home in this world, a warm and invincible peace, strange to think of its discovery as an accident of history eighty years ago in a quiet town amidst a raging world war

some days you wake up and understand a little more intimately the ways in which laziness is downstream from fear

“we are anyway too busily engaged building structures within ourselves that might house our spirits,”

I am always searching for more of my tribe (girls with uncomfortably intense hand fetishes)

one of my least favorite sayings is “it’s not that deep”. feels like narrative violence, feels like a denial of some fundamental yearning for understanding, and why shouldn’t we get to use whatever silly wedge we want to crack the universe wide open

every time you smell something it means a little bit of that thing is now already inside of you

if I appear poorly socialized on here please forgive me. my formative (and only) birdsite experiences were 1. silently, longingly lurking in tpot and 2. running an unhinged stan account for a chinese actor dating conspiracy

I want to bury my fingers in the damp earth and breathe in the scent of distant rain and stroke the rough bark of a linden tree and also plug myself directly into the endless torrential matrix until the atomized fragments of my mind dissolve into pure information, is that So much to ask

book titles that are complete sentences: the word for world is forest. we have never been modern. seeing is forgetting the name of the thing one sees. the body keeps the score. you must change your life

is there a word or phrase for the delicate, cognitively demanding art of predicting someone else's familiarity with a subject perfectly enough that you don't end up with "I feel stupid because I don't understand your reference" or "I'm insulted that you didn't think that I knew that already"

giovanni battista piranesi, the original retvrn guy

there are more territories in heaven and earth, horatio, than are dreamt of in your cartographies

will you let the world love you back?

find myself tapping the heart 100x more now knowing that there is no likes tab and I’m not launching every liked post into everyone else’s skyline

it was raining after school and my friend was sharing his umbrella. his shoes were getting wet and I asked why he had the umbrella but not the right shoes. he had just forgotten to take it home the other night. I said wow you tasted the wind! and he said, have you been thinking about animism too?

yesterday handbalancing coach told me “our hands don’t have heels like our feet do” and it’s still messing with me

musical instruments are all sooooo . imbued with erotic energy

memory is a poet, not a historian

no I’d LOVE to catch up but you know I’d hate to strongarm you into serving as my personal therapist but neither am I emotionally prepared to crystallize empty narratives about myself which lack the resonance of a freshly excavated truth so… maybe next year? miss you it’s been ages

I really want to import the term love person from mandarin chinese. it is so oddly tender and it means exactly what it sounds like. neither lover nor beloved but both: love person

overwhelmed by duck. new post discovery method is just gonna be typing in random beautiful words into the searchbar

remembering an acid trip when we collectively found the word twang and the attendant joyous insight that you are a twang, I am a twang, the love between us is a twang, being alive is a twang, the universe twangs with us. the next day we remembered that the word vibe exists

new yorkers on the first day of spring are a completely different species. my god. I am incredibly emotional about the concept of seasons rn

waiting for the train next to a man in a shack shack tshirt. he is holding a fat stack of velveeta slices in one hand and throwing them like shuriken onto the tracks with the other. absolutely lethal precision and speed

went to an apartment showing today. it was vacant except for 3 turtles in the bathtub left by the previous tenant. the realtor panicked at the water level in the bathtub (low) and quickly refilled it while another woman on the tour found a bag of turtle food and dumped all the tiny fish into the tub

wow I love it here already!!!!!!