i love walking around outside. i love a body of water. if i don't see my river once i week i start losing it a little. trail walks feel almost grotesque in the winter sometimes. like a barren wasteland. looking for the details is where it's at
just look at the canopy of this one!? it’s shaped almost like a… leaf! I always feel inexplicable unbridled joy at the sight of trees. they are so so beautiful.
i stay calm by remembering we’re in earths final few seasons. material things won’t matter when the curtains fall!! i just keep telling myself that a physical manifestation of wealth doesn’t exist beyond the grave
The word is stuck in my head today. Stop calling your coworkers ass-kissers and yes-men. Call them sycophants. It rolls off the tongue with built in disgust. It bounces around the mouth so concisely. Perfect word.
