Mary Oliver, Worm Moon

executive function

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i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands

it’s just. i see you in everything, ya know? i bend at the waist to get closer to every rock i see because each one is a potential gift for you. i examine every beautiful leaf and picture it on your nightstand. i point my finger at fluffy clouds and turn my head to share my joy. sunset orange makes me think of you. sunrise pink does, too. tall buildings and green grass hold bits of you. wind gusts and book pages whisper memories of you. everywhere. you’re everywhere. no matter where you are or how long you’ve been gone, everywhere, everywhere. everywhere i look i just see you.

i’m doing hot girl shit. *rewatches the same show/movie for the 87654th time*

i am not at fault for being soft. you are at fault for being mean.

not a morning person not a night owl but a secret third thing