- someone: what are your plans for the weekend
- me: who knows
- me: (i know)
- me: (i'm not leaving the house)
i am a tree. my heart lives in my trunk. my mind is my branches and leaves. strong winds may come along and break off some branches, pull out some leaves. but they grow back, my trunk, my heart stays steady.
can calm itself,
so can you.
air. meditation, nayyirah waheed (via nyjahatuatao)
I just want to put my head on the bar at American Ice Company and wait until someone surrounds me with pork nachos and DC Braus.
american ice is overrun with chumps now anyway