I wish everyone could read "Ishmael" by Daniel Quinn.
"Bluesky is just like 2011 Tumblr" We will not apologize for having wonder and whimsy and joy in our hearts
I always feel like I'm going to vomit when I write. When the words push their way through my esophagus, I can't help but to gag on them. Afterwards, sitting in a cold sweat, I believe... I think.... I feel better?
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These are so nice! :D
Some of the small things I enjoy: The pleasant scent of the stranger who was in the elevator before me. Puppy's breath The calm silence after plunging into water Dust floating on sun beams The moon playing peekaboo through the clouds Blowing bubbles 🫧 When a song covers you in chills
!!!!!! I love everything about this <3