petting stray cats that other people sneer at is punk rock and the kindest act of rebellion

moami. make way, make way! moami it’s time you knew,

Anon. You’re terrifying, it’s true!

But oh well

I guess it’s time I do,

Dream.

Dream, dream, dream.

Hold onto hope until you burst with it.

Hold on. Hold. On.

There is no path. From here on out, it’s the unknown. It’s your new world.

What’s beyond? Who are you?

It’s September, it’s my birth month, and I like to think that humans celebrate the anniversary of their existence on earth not because being born is a monumental feat but because as humans, we can always rebirth ourselves. If we feel we must be born again, then we will bear it all.

September won’t change your soul. You will change your own soul, and she will stand behind you, touching her cold-wind-and-whispers fingers to the small of your back, speaking your true name.

If I can take a breath, then I can lift my head.

If I can lift my head, then I can take a step.

And with that, I walk.

And with that, motion is mine;

No matter the haste, pay it no mind.

A journey is more than just path

So I’ll spend my moments

For the landscape to wander by my side.

me at 3 am, lying on an iceberg stretched on a picnic blanket, eating mangoes and asking the stars: how to trust people & make friends & be loved without having to reveal anything about myself ever

the stars know what we do but still watch us

But until the sun burns us to dust
We dive into oceans of old
We swim under skies of centuries
Until our home galaxy becomes maelstrom and maker
We light candles and watch fireflies dance
We breathe another day. And burn on

we are still here

More plants, more softness, longer talks, bolder actions, kind to animals, wild to the world, head upright, and voice that is heard.