i always end up truly losing my mind around march and havent had a spring without being horribly depressed or manic in yearsss but like its mid april and i’m doing fine!! the sun is out!!! my plants are blooming!! i’ll be alright!! yayyyyy!!!!
my birthday month!! the april showers make for amazing naps, it finally gets warmer but not too warm. the flowers are blooming! tulips, daffodils, azaleas, i even love the dandelions. everyone comes out of hibernation and has a new lust for life after being cooped up in the house all winter. all the great fruits start making a comeback: strawberries, mango, oranges. AND THE CLOTHES!! warm enough for short sleeves but you can still layer a cute jacket. i also feel like that’s when new music releases start back up. all around, just a fantastic time.
For some reason, the past few years I’ve had this obsession with completely ignoring the existence of spring. Oh, it’s the first of May? Then summer is officially here! But no, why should I ignore one of the most important seasons of all? If summer is the goal, then spring is the journey, and we all know that it’s the path that counts not the destination. And once I’d made this realisation it took such a heavy weight off of my shoulders; I realised that I actually had some time to shed my moody winter persona, and to slowly crank up the outgoing summer persona who wants to speak to absolutely everyone and do absolutely everything. So for me, spring is officially the best season of the year, and it’s made me feel like having an amazing summer in 2024 if within my own power, and not something that I have to blindly hope for.
i do not need to start a podcast
i do not need to start a substack
my tits are regular sized
my hair is perfectly healthy and i should keep bleaching it
i know how to talk and i am normal