I’ll be honest…I don’t want a career. I don’t want to work. I want to be LEFT ALONE and paid for it.
worst part of adulthood so far is definitely the fact that people have the ability to contact me and i have to respond in a timely manner
It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.
we take the fucking sips we deserve
Flowers flowers flowers
florence in front of powell’s books, 2012 / 2015 / 2018
I have very pretty friends
