Let Go

I forget about all of my lives. art school, anthropology student, tea house girl, author, lonely warehouse girl, florist, gardener, cook, home owner. if I can look at my life and lovingly see that I want many things and will always want many things, to have my hands in so many ways of being, then I can be all of it. I can have two hundred lives in me and let them all live out. I don’t have to be so serious. I don’t have to be so still.

I love the concept of gauging relationships/things through a metric of whether they bring you closer or further from yourself……. Literally just mentally pausing and broaching the question of “am I abandoning myself by perpetuating this relationship/situation” and allowing yourself only binary yes/no answers….. if it’s making you a better or worse person….. if it’s helping you grow in some way (whether it be maturity or happiness or whatever it is) or if it’s stunting you (you are literally just not being yourself)…….. re evaluating from there

I put on makeup today for the first time since about 3 weeks, went on a long walk to the bookstore, made about 7 k steps, got a new book, did small grocieries and had some homemade pumpkin soup (that I froze about a month ago and today I actually ate it? shocker) and it was still sunny outside around 5 pm

Sanemi + the hashira.

(Note: Giyu's crow is super old and therefore unreliable for delivering important messages. He doesn't explain this of course. )

Based on this famous chart:

low effort sato for the night ✨️

writing is so fun

Powerpuff sasusho