if my hair is long enough that i need to reteach myself to french braid it to avoid damaging it while exercising or sleeping, it's time to cut that shit off ✂️ which kinda sucks because ive been enjoying longer hair, just don't have the dedication for long hair habits (forgot to oil it all winter, only deep conditioned three times, definitely fried it while removing dye)

roadside geology book attained, tent rental situation evolving, secondhand gear shop visit planned, picking out camping friendly french press and stove. world so beautiful

i love learning the deep lore about the leathered up bro ive seen around town for years and met at a show a few months back. he's like an easter egg. small ass city

setting an alarm to eat dinner before i bike my ass off tn

that "i love gross. disgust me, please" moment from may has been burnt into my brain for 22 years

remembering the "we should all know less about each other" oped gif and opening my journal

beyond absurd but one thing that's stressed me out about dating is my sensitive skin being reactive to the products people use, or simply lacking the immunity to counteract their microbiome. like breaking out into hives while kissing, having an evil breakout the day after seeing someone from their skincare, makeup or hair products sitting on my skin for too long. hasn't been an issue with the girl ive been seeing and it's such a blessing

happy looming recession friday yall

when will some group of people come together and do a bluesky moment w tumblr. please