turns out, reading voraciously, moving your body, loving people without keeping score, protecting your solitude, chasing nothing but your own growth, and occasionally staying out too late with people who make you laugh until it hurts is not a bad way to build a life.
found a tumblr blog (been my fav since) that shares photos of clutters whether it's a messy room, someone’s unfinished art project, or a pile of clothes strewn across the roof of a car idk i think there’s something beautiful that comes out of disorder. it’s a proof that we tried
i love when people do photo dumps especially on their private accounts like yes please show me the mundane, light passing through your window, a sign on the road you liked, a crying selfie, a bowl of what you cooked