Because the mind is free —
Listening to the rain
Dripping from the eaves,
The drops become
One with me.
— Dōgen (via atemporal-emptiness)
I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you cannot stand.
— Andrea Gibson (via prufrockslovesong)
The only person who probably knows how I feel right now is Mabel Stark. I can’t help but hate myself just a little. Even though its what I wanted…it’s just not how I would’ve like it to happen. Idk I just want to sleep but my mind is racing, I just can’t wait to go home for a weekend. To see the stars again, hear the cycads and frogs and crickets, to see my baby again, and to just unwind.
