concept: it is a rainy autumn morning. though it is cold outside, it is warm in this bed next to you. i snuggle up to you and you wrap your arms around me. our dogs nails tap against the floorboards in our small, plant and light filled apartment. they jump on our bed, laying by our feet. you pull me closer and kiss my shoulder. i am content.
Kristin Chang, from “Why I Write,” published in Connotation Press (via lifeinpoetry)
Bashō, from The Sound of Water: Haiku by Bashō, Buson, Issa, and Other Poets (trans. Sam Hamill with illustrations by Kaji Aso)
Arthur Schnitzler, Dying (via a-quiet-green-agreement)
I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.
that Relatable™ mental illness feel when you can’t tell if your workload is unreasonable or if you’d actuallly be able to handle this if you had a functioning fucking brain
im so scared the rest of my life is gonna feel like this