Happy Birthday to Franz Kafka, the father of journaling, the son of yearning, and the holy spirit of all intensely awkward situations and situationships.
I see an orchid and im like that’s my favorite flower and then i see an iris and im like no wait this is my favorite flower and then im like wait i am disengaging the world from itself by trying to constrain the boundaries of beauty to a value system
I genuinely believe tulips have gotten more beautiful in the last four years. I never used to care about them, but now every April I go around overwhelmed almost to tears with aesthetic pleasure over tulips, like some gay Dutchman in 1634
yesterday i walked out of my apartment building, and the first interaction i had with the world was a homeless man who pointed at me and said "nice clown fit"
the vibes of stl are so unhinged!!
Commuting to work when the temperature is just chilly enough for a light jacket, the leaves are turning orange, and you've had only sugar for breakfast