i want someone to pepper my face with at least 25 kisses…. i cringe away from all forms of physical contact.. i long for someone to long for me….. i avoid emotional and physical intimacy at all costs… i contain multitudes and also have issues or whatever

kafka was so right i literally could have built the pyramids with the effort it has taken me to cling onto life and reason

the mango pit protects us from gobbling down mangoes with reckless abandon. could just pop em in our mouths and eat em like a fat grape otherwise. but also. the act of eating a mango......so much more feral sexynastier due to the fact that there's an obstacle in there......much to think about

i hate hate hate when the response to mean comments like “omg why is this ‘hot’ (conventionally attractive) person dating this fat person” is to immediately start listing off character traits of the fat person to try to prove they are worthy of love. “don’t say that!! yeah they’re fat but they’re also patient and caring and considerate and kind” hush. have you stopped for a second to consider the fact that fat people are just hot…… too….

every day wake up & remind yourself you are an animal

but! we! cannot! simply! sit! and! stare! at! our! wounds! forever!

so often when people find out i work with small children their response is to let me know how much they hate kids or how exhausting it must be or how they could never stand it. and while it can be exhausting, i get so tired of hearing unprovoked about peoples bitterness towards kids for being kids. i love what i do. what an honor it is to be trusted with these wonderful little people who are learning how to live for the very first time. how joyful how RICH of an experience.

and i think that many peoples anger towards children and the state of childhood stems from unpacked jealousy which has now turned into resentment… you wish you could’ve screamed and cried when you were upset as a child and still been treated with love and a guiding hand instead of anger and raised voices. you even wish you could do that now. you wish you could’ve made mistakes and been met with understanding and compassion instead of vilification. i’ve been through it and understand. but for the sake of your own heart and for the world you need to grieve that. and its especially jarring seeing those who claim to be revolutionaries espouse this kind of hate. how do you expect anyone to raise the kind of empathetic, empowered, radically hopeful world builders you hope to see in the next generation when every other adult they meet harbors some sort of obvious contempt towards them for their existence (and they can tell).

maybe when a child asks you “dumb” or incessant questions, you could try to recognize that they are still learning all of the endless complexities of the world they are going to inherit. take them seriously. be warmed by the fact that they are are curious and looking to you for answers.

maybe when there is a child screaming or crying in public, be annoyed by the noise but try to remember that this may be, in fact, the very first time they have ever felt this emotion. give them grace where you can.

when a child runs by your table at a restaurant giggling and red-faced, with their exhausted parent chasing after them, be annoyed that they almost knocked over your drink or ruined the vibe of your dinner. but try to remember the last time you felt that sort of unfettered joy or whimsy. maybe you should seek it out more often.

i’m not at all saying that you have to love being around children or that you must have children or that you can’t be annoyed and overwhelmed by loud noises in planes or grocery stores. those are all valid ways to feel and there is much to be said about the ways that our own childhood trauma impacts us. but maybe we should interrogate why we feel the way we do about children and the way we interact with them, and consider if those approaches are conducive to creating the world we hope to live in one day.

my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”

[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]

i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too

The answer to your problems is self-discipline

just a rant post about my manager (feel free to give input) but every time she comes up to talk to me and says hey i say hi back and turn my attention to her (obviously bc she needs to talk to me/tell me about something) and she always looks intensely into my eyes for a second and laughs and is like “you okay??” and i’m like “yeah…” since i’m confused as to why im being asked and she’s like “you all there??” or “you awake?” (disbelievingly?) and laughs again and i have to be like “yes! haha” but its happened almost this exact way like 5 different times and i have no idea what she thinks i look like or why she thinks somethings wrong…. like is it resting autism face or lack of sustained eye contact i legit dont know.. and its so fucking awkward because i always avert my eyes several times while we’re having this interaction because i hate the eye contact but then i become hyperaware of how that comes off as lying or hiding something even though i dont mean anything by it which then scares me because she must think im…. lying?? acting weird?? i dont know NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE TO ME i think im just looking at her normally but every interaction is stressful

and words are futile devices

love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)

many people have become much much much too comfortable commenting on the appearance of others on the internet (but also off). the body is a soft warm quilt with infinite patterns that we get drape ourselves in as we journey and feel and connect while we’re here. isn’t that magical. is there not immense beauty to be found in every single person in endless curious combinations and should that beauty not be celebrated….. do u see the soul inside the vessel. do u even care to…. your brain is going to start leaking from your ears. i am begging u to fix your heart