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in the sense that i support abortion.
what happened to eagerness? to feeling your heartbeat and being inspired? everyone around me is living inside a shell of themselves and is too apathetic to set themselves free. middle ground this, minimalism that— why does our culture celebrate nonchalance? so scared of being different that we never are, we fade away into a diorama of what life ought to be: bikinis and slick backs and brat summers and winter arcs. who gives a shit?
stop being so pretentious and kiss the people you love and put your hands in the soil. eat. pray. love. jesus, i don’t care, just hold something and tell it you love it, and *mean* it. where are the earnest goodnights? the tender goodbyes and good mornings?
here’s something wild:
i care.
i really, really want to care.
Feb 6, 2025
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i forgot my headphones at home. i was about to either
1) pump black country new road
2) watch brooklyn 99.
i miss being passionate about things, not being able to sleep, eat, speak,
or fathom anything beyond the apple
of my eye and the fruit of my thoughts.
i miss waking up with one thing in mind, how i would explore it that day, and how i would explore it the next
it’s been people
it’s been sewing
guitar
driving
religion
philosophy
photography
writing
filming
blogging
i think, regardless of any tik tok data explosion with the intention of ripping out each of my brain cells to keep me submissive and docile because of a wrecked attention span, i’m not a girl of her commitments- i get bored.
and i am bored. i feel this lack of passion so deeply in my body, its been a catalyst for the recent crashouts ive had ( and there’s been plenty) i don’t know how to stay, and work hard, and allow myself to grow to what i want to be right in this instance. not to shine my own shoes, but i’m not super used to being bad at things. i’ve always always always coasted, and now that im trying to be a gaf (give a fuck) filled girl, ive realized, sucking at something hurts a lot more when you’ve put in the work to be good at it.
if it wasn’t me writing this, and my best friend called me and told me this word for word, i would tell her how normal that feeling was, and that she herself knew what to do; commit. and that is my advice, dear sweet amalia, commit, commit, commit.
Feb 18, 2025
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working from what may seem like very surface level cliches but stay w me here
((tldr: why not just believe that its all working out for the better, even if thats not what you planned? also, empathy and objectivity are a solid duo that id like to see in combination more frequently.))
putting this at the top because this is a dissertation, at best; psychosis, at the other end of the pendulum.
sooooooo the fact that u have no control over life liek At All. has been a consistently terrifying concept for FOREVER as a shorty who is Clinically a control freak, but realizing that the unpredictable essence that makes all of this shit unnerving is the very thing that can take the weight of life off of your shoulders has been pretty revolutionary.
im still digesting/integrating it one bite at a time, for sure, so call me a hypocrite ESPECIALLY if you know me personally. when in clarity, though, its been so pleasant to realize that since Nothing truly matters that much since nothing is set in stone anyway- w regard to action, approach, fulfilling temporary expectations of yourself, whether or not you reach short term goals, etc.- living life completely and utterly for yourself and whatever that means to you at any given moment will likely ultimately be the plan that brings you most fulfillment, when all is said and done.
whether that means taking the risk and changing your major, taking that freaky elective bc it sounds cool, moving in w some randos in a townhouse, quitting your job and starting something new- maybe it winds up being an epic fail, who knows? as long as youre setting goals that align with an ultimate sense of who you are and what youre looking to get out of life, which i presume can be solidified further by pursuing said experiences just for the sake of it? right? helps u figure out what u actually want? and as long as you keep bareback essential priorities straight (financial and emotional stability come to mind), then theres no reason for impermanence to work against you.
this also counts for people, as well. i feel like we hold others to critical standards, as we should, but contemporarily tend to neglect the fact that people DO change. morals/how you view the world are impacted by experience, and we are all fruits of very very different trees. completely dependent on circumstance, of course, empathy/understanding/consequential second chances are side-swept under the premise of respect/accountability. accountability is CRUCIAL, but i feel like so many of us (myself included) take that to heart and forget that figuring out how someone got to some place is a key aspect of understanding whether or not their position was truly from a place of lack of respect? if that makes any sense??
i also have been thinking about this a lot: my best friend throughout middle school and i fell out the summer before sophomore year over…nothing? idk, 3 years of seeing each other every single day (neighbors) to no contact until senior of high school- still weren’t talking regularly or anything though.
2 years ago, she turned 20. i posted an old photo of us because, despite everything, 20’s a big one.
this year, we’ve spent late nights on facetime, drove to watch the sunrise after hours of catching up on god knows what on the hill where we would listen to music while her mom cooked dinner, and she’s been my go to for any necessary bitching/ranting during whats been the worst year my mental health has ever seen??
time is your friend, if you let it be. connections arent a race in any dynamic, and it’s never over if it’s truly meant to happen.
let life change. i think.
Dec 5, 2024
the real question is, why don’t you?
you know what i find really interesting? archetypes.
not quizzes.
not tests.
not what you put on your little tinder bio.
who decided that a human could only be one of twelve things? a hero? a lover? a ruler? as if to be conscious, to be born, to think and therefore be is to somehow consist of one goal, one skill?
does cogito ergo sum mean nothing to you people ?!
i am alive. i breathe. i bleed, i vomit and i ache. baby i am real. and i am in love. i am an outlaw, i am to be liberated - i am an explorer, i am free. i am safe. i am pleasure, and i am comfort.
do you take comfort in being only one thing? does it help you sleep at night, that you maybe don’t have to hold the weight of the world upon thy shoulders? if only you were just a lover, or a magician, if the sum of your parts only equated to one purpose and one theme then maybe maybe maybe just maybe you would feel sufficient.
if you don’t feel gross, then mamas, i feel gross for you. you were born, and each morning you wake up encased in cells that divide and congeal and amalgamate. you are a body, and a face, a heart and eyes, and you are more than the love you feel or the liberty you crave.
so just think, and just be. you are not an archetype, you are a person.
Feb 7, 2025
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Feb 13, 2025
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i am in love with my daughter who has not been born. i am obsessed with her despite the fact that she still lives inside my body and likely will for the next 10 years.
i am eating an orange peel. i am consuming the bitterness i have born to prepare for sweetness
where is all the sweetness at?
does anybody
want to share?
Feb 19, 2025
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yum yum yum!! eating fruit makes me so happy. it’s almost grounding, like i’m filling myself with the soil and earth it came from. no! i don’t want a lindor chocolate! no! i don’t want a tasty little treat that was concocted in a lab! i want a juicy little tangerine and a bowl of blueberries thank you very much. i think as the natural food we eat becomes more and more infused with the poison of man (be it through pesticides, processing, gmos, or mass production), the more i crave real connection through my food. give me fruit! good honest fruit, please!
Mar 4, 2025