Notes
i like perfumes… but of all the scents, i think, the smell of your sweaty skin after morning yoga is one of my favorites
Sometimes I feel like Iām the worst kind of person.
There are those aggressive business people who accept āthe gameā and use its rules to beneļ¬t from it, and there are people who choose the opposite end — refusing to accept āthe gameā and sacriļ¬cing comfort to preserve integrity.
And then there are āthe middle onesā like me — we keep the system running for just enough money so we can continue, but not enough to ever escape it.
To make things worse — Iām aware of it, yet I still continue.
The worst kind.
thinking about hands lately
hands in general
but mainly yours
what to do with a desire that has nowhere to go? desire is ecstasy only when reciprocated. otherwise, itās suffering.
similarly, when someone desires you but you do not desire them, that is also suffering.
if itās mutual, the desire multiplies and grows exponentially. if itās not, suffering multiplies and grows exponentially.
you put into your mouth things I held in my hands. cooking is sooo intimate.
Brie Larson singing āBlack Sheepā by Metric in āScott Pilgrim vs. the Worldā is constantly on my mind. Especially the part where she says āshape-shift and trickā makes my heart melt…
nekritizuji vĆru ale cĆrkev
I have moments when I have a feeling of complete mental clarity, and then there are moments when I say things that I have no idea where they come from. wtf is this?
iām a ļ¬ower
touch is my water
water me daily,
or I will wither away
high tide, splash over me and carry me back to the sea. i yearn to be surrounded and become integral to your vastness, just as a single drop seamlessly merges into the ocean. i long to be enveloped by your waves and absorbed completely, losing myself in your boundless embrace. let me be one with you, as inseparable as the stars are from the night sky, as essential as the rhythm of the tides to the earthās heartbeat.