you want to become feral & feline but refuse to exhaust the body. no pounce, no dart, no sudden leap, not quick on the feet. stuck on languid stretch. all collapse, no spring. the feline is not only repose but also the coiled force of pursuit
as a neurodivergent person I spent my younger years bending over backwards for people who never truly cared about me. so I went into isolation for a long time, then came out with razor sharp discernment.
this has opened many doors for me, but most importantly the sense of extreme gratitude for genuine connections.
There are photos in my phone that erode my trust and loosen my tether, I call them the mood destructors and they serve no purpose other than to shoot shrapnel directly into my brain upon contact
The form of “music discovery” I always see people neglecting is the good old fashioned comprehensive label deep dive which is weird because it’s also literally the best and easiest way to level up