What happens when we attribute our self worth to our accomplishments? Our grades? To the system that chooses to label us with job titles, and degrees; a system that was constructed to tell us what our worth is, instead of the other way around.
There is an oceanic pain-knowing, a tide no soul should ever be made to swim against.
Your every step can’t help but grind riots of inquiry into the dusty dirt.
Revelations through summer camp, mu shu vegetables, and cheap sunglasses.
I hate putting in effort; I just want to enjoy.
A weird learning disability, odd discussion topics, and more: I freak people out.
This hunger is what is meant to keep our hearts beating.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
