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.
i love the feeling when someone asks me about one of my hyperfixations and it summons all my thoughts at once like my brain is a discord server that just got hit with an @everyone
trees are very 🥺 because sometimes i’ll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and it’ll sway its branches about in the wind and i’m like oh my God i’m alive and YOU’RE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think you’re so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. it’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing
if i was like “every time i cut steak into a different shape there’s a brand new word for it” everyone else would be like “no that’s stupid”. but we let pasta get away with anything.
OP you forgot to take into account that the gulf between two noodles of different shapes and their respective eating experiences is staggering
