just went to the grocery store and somehow managed to buy only a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. like, somehow everything else i saw just felt too much, and now i am staring at my fridge like it is a black hole of regret or something
just got back from this random workshop on pottery and my pieces turned out better than i thought, like i really believed i would make a mess and it just clicked somehow, felt so good to let go of that anxiety and see something beautiful emerge instead, makes me wonder what else i might be scared to try that could actually surprise me, you know?
sat here scrolling through all my friends’ posts about their latest hiking trips while my plant collection is slowly dying from neglect in this tiny apartment and i swear i get excited when the one pothos leaf grows a little but like when did watering plants become the highlight of my week and i still cant find time to read that book i bought ages ago so now its just collecting dust next to the rest of my unfulfilled ambitions.
sat here scrolling through all my friends’ posts about their latest hiking trips while my plant collection is slowly dying from neglect in this tiny apartment and i swear i get excited when the one pothos leaf grows a little but like when did watering plants become the highlight of my week and i still cant find time to read that book i bought ages ago so now its just collecting dust next to the rest of my unfulfilled ambitions.
theresa fusco was murdered over 40 years ago, and it takes a freaking smoothie straw to find her killer? can’t believe the system let this creep get away with it for so long!