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
Oh look at me Iโm New York City. I have a cool socialist mayor. My basketball team has perfect vibes and is up 2-0 in the finals. I have the best food and the coolest clubs. Iโm the center of the world. Fuck you
actually your community IS coming to save you, people are going to show up for you, love is going to find you, strangers are going to be like angels, the world conspires for your highest good
turns out going monk mode for six weeks and doing love activities and beauty rituals and getting rid of tons of stuff and sobering up and eating whole foods and being surrounded by people you adore does fix your life