I must go analogue bubble mode for a bit. special mission to hunt on my lonesome and write in a special notebook. miss u already and toodles for now 🫧🫧🫧🫧
I planned the busy week for myself, many of them work related and all I’ve been able to do is sleep and sweat, it’s frustrating to be at the mercy of my body, but the opposite is true too, thank god i have a throat and vocal cords for singing and legs for dancing.
rules for myself this week: greyscale phone unless i'm posting, sweat once a day, pomodoro blocks when writing thesis, no seeing friends until long weekend, be compassionate
a racoon tore apart a baby seagull i saw on my roof last week right on our patio in the dead of night, i did not wake up, but my dreams were violent. feathers like snow, an entire wing torn off, the rain matting them down. I reluctantly went to Pilates at 6:30am