Like way down the street, or the other end of the train, all the way across the room. Try looking as far as you can. See what you can make out. Scrutinize, look with wonder, gaze romantically. Take the eyeballs for a spin
there’s some innate sense of shame or failure around stopping a piece of media partway through, but time is precious. dont waste a moment finishing something bc you feel an arbitrary drive to completionism. the grains of sand in the hourglass don’t care if you got through war & peace
If youd told me in high school that id be voluntarily calling my parents every Sunday afternoon, I would be incredibly surprised. But at 25 I find our weekly calls grounding. While not a ritual in the traditional sense, I feel deeply lucky to have this constant reminder of love in my life.
Catalyzed by the release of “what was that,” I delved back into every song she’s ever released on repeat for an entire 8 hour work day. her music had me reminiscing abt when me and my best friend from high school were teenage girls <3 I miss her but I don’t miss that
