the dock at the lake at sunset. be there. keep looking

go dancing in cowboy boots

how beautiful it is to go to the river and find it still running. are you stuck or have you just become used to the ways you’re in motion?

astrophysiognomy and redheads. read judith hill and judith butler

rancid butter the last straw? go for a walk, find a lilac bush

your curtains need to be cleaned, they’re making you sneeze

angel hair pasta. blessed are those who receive

the sunburst on the floor wants to say hi to you. you don’t have to find joy alone

get off reddit and look up elephants instead, you’ll find what you need