homeward bound
How I long to be homeward bound.
Feral Child
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
lone forester
Surrounded by people, utterly alone. Sometimes, when it’s really quiet, you can hear the monkey spinning the cogs in my brain. These are not my thoughts, just cogs a going.
through the roof, underground
forest dweller, collect me
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People always say you should be yourself, like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster or something. Like you can know what it is even. But every so often I’ll have like, a moment, when just being myself in my life, right where I am, is like, enough.
I like you best.
cream dreams
I’ve been thinking a lot about, life? Something like that. Right. It’s so anti-climatic. No big bang, no explosions… just wimpers and thumps. I guess I shouldn’t expect so much. Expectations are the downfall. Put myself out there? Not so much. Just not happening.
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