Thornberry is gonna be “Smashing” tonight.
Friday, Friday! Gotta melt clocks on Friday!
(not mine, but very punny)
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed-
once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
Self-care. The way I’ve heard the term used has been very oppressive, like, “You need to be out in your community, you need to be doing all your work, and you need to go home and take care of yourself,” like it’s another item on a list of things to do—“You need to do yoga, you need to ‘go healthy,’ you need to drink water.” It’s just like, yeah, some of these things are great, but you’re still judging or assessing me on my level of productivity, like, “You need to do self-care so you can go back into the community. You need to do self-care because you have work to do.”
everyday is a a self care day
Take yourself out on a date. Treat yourself to food you wouldn’t usually eat and talk to people you don’t know. Surprise yourself, because you deserve it.
reblogging myself because sometimes I need to remind myself that we can be our own best dates and don’t need to rely on others to fill that space for us.
I’m not proud of my choices, but I regret nothing.
I’d make a necklace out of these donuts and eat off of it all day. I regret nothing.
If you must die, sweetheart
Die knowing your life was my life’s best part
And if you must die,
Remember your life
—Keaton Henson, “You”