I love hearing stories about how my elderly patients met their spouses. One man, married 50 yrs told me he worked at a grocery store & accidentally dropped a lady's eggs while carrying them to the car & says "well now I gotta take you out for breakfast". Got married 3 weeks later.
Just went grocery shopping. It's a self-serve farm stand. I get my milk, meat, eggs, fruit/veg, and put cash in a bin. My farmer gave me a lil wave from his kitchen window. As I was walking back to my car, he screams "WAIT, MY WIFE MADE COOKIES-LET ME GET YOU SOME". Wholesomeness.
Wow, some dude at a coffee shop came up to me and we talked for hours about conspiracies, philosophy, religion, nature, our mutual dislike for the gov, books, authors like C.S Lewis, Huxley, Orwell, among other schizo topics. Go talk to people in real life. People like you exist.
Ever make eye contact with someone and feel a sudden jolt of electricity, almost a tingly sensation– not in a romantic sense necessarily, but more like, "Oh, hello, we must be on a similar wavelength". It’s a breath of fresh air amidst so many people who are walking zombies.
I get excited when a patient breaks down crying after I give them a lymphatic massage. No, they're not in pain, they're releasing repressed and stagnant emotions that are chronically held in the body. A lil woo woo ik. Crying is healing and therapeutic touch is a wonderful thing.
Everyone needs a secret spot that feels uniquely theirs- a hidden path in a forest, a tree with a branch to sit on, an old bridge to let their feet dangle, a random rooftop, a secluded area of a beach, an abandoned railroad where tall grass grows wild, a cozy corner at a cafe.
I find it a bit silly how much focus people place on nutrition, while they are starved for connection, faith, purpose, and love. A healthy diet is just a teeny tiny piece of the puzzle. When you prioritize these deeper needs, your body effortlessly feels nourished.
I love being an amateur. I'm an amateur chef, artist, gardener, photographer, poet, writer, musician, needle worker. I have endless passions and explore whatever catches my interest without the pressure of becoming a professional or the need to prove anything. Just pure enjoyment.
True healing is when your normie friends conversations no longer frustrate you but instead make you smile at their sweet, blissful ignorance, as you realize we're all at different stages in our journeys of understanding.
I fall in love so easily. This beautiful man at the grocery store had the same items as me in his cart–eggs, milk, beef, dark chocolate, and blueberries– I was instantly sold.
Maybe I’m just boring, but I really have no desire to travel. I feel like when you find peace within, the pull to explore the world outside of you fades. You begin to find joy in almost everything, and those quiet corners close to home start to feel like the greatest adventure.
Scrolling the timeline and I'm utterly bored, nothing of substance here. Please, someone, anyone, pleeeease show me a meal you made, a picture you took, or some art you created.
Go on a hike.Create art .Write poetry.Grow things .Try a new recipe .Say hi to your neighbor .Smile at a stranger .Get a pastrami sandwich at the deli.Go bird watching.Sit under a tall oak tree.Walk barefoot .Let your mind wander.Identify mushrooms .Pet a lady bug.Liv.Laf.Luv.
Did it hurt? When you realized that no one truly knows the depths of who you really are, the intricacies of your mind—not even your closest family or friends?.
Throughout my life, I’ve always felt like an outcast, trying to fit into various molds but never quite succeeding. I’ve now come to realize this was a blessing in disguise, as it has allowed me to protect my soul and stay true to myself rather than conform to any crowd.
Some of you need to get some hobbies, a job, and responsibilities outside of your constant rumination. Too much idleness feeds neuroticism and it really shows.
Welcoming October with the first apple pie of the season. Might make it a tradition and bake one every October 1st from now on. Create your own little rituals that bring meaning into your life
I miss the days when I was tweeting to my 5 followers, sharing my thoughts into the void . The urge to delete this account and start over just to reclaim that kinda simplicity.
I'm full of contradictions. I love human connection but need significant time alone. I’m grounded, yet my head's always in the clouds. I’m friendly, yet aloof; sane, but a total lunatic. It's a constant balancing act to harmonize these opposing forces, realizing they can coexist.
My dad was really proud of his homemade sausages and wanted to gift some to the neighbors despite knowing they’re vegan . “They might just change their mind with these”
Quite thankful for my normie job, which forces me to interact with a wide variety of people and keeps me anchored in the material world. Without it, I’d likely dissociate from reality entirely, retreat into my own little world, and become a full-blown hermit.
Whenever people ask me for recipes, I don't know how to tell them that I rely entirely on my senses and intuition to guide me through the cooking process and have never even owned a single measuring utensil.
Most of twitter feels like a chaotic, buzzing city, filled with honking horns and the smell of stinky sewage. Then there are rare, little pockets that resemble the countryside– places with serene rolling hills, the scent of wildflowers and pie, with the warmth of a beeswax candle.
Went to the doctor with my dad today. Lady starts giving him diet advice and goes, "No milk, milk has a lot of sugar; it's worse than pop" Lmao. Then suggests he start taking Ozempic because "it's good for his heart and blood sugar." Shut that down so quickly. These doctors, smh.
There’s something magical about being awake between 1am and 5am, when the rest of the world is asleep. Everything feels so calm, as if the world has paused and time has slowed down, just for a moment.
Every so often, I get an urge to share my political opinions or some kooky conspiracy theory on here, but then I remember that these thoughts are just distractions from the genuine joy of life, and do not deserve my attention . I'll just stick to sharing my nature and food pics.
It’s beyond me how some people don’t write. So you just think all the time? Think and think and think, but no write? Are you okay? How do you not go mad from all the unexpressed thoughts swirling in your mind? The internal dialogue that never gets articulated into words????.
You don’t become a poet by simply sitting down to write . You naturally become poetic when you deeply appreciate the beauty in the mundane aspects of everyday life, paying close attention to the subtle details others often overlook. Your entire life then becomes a form of poetry.
Learning to forgive my parents for the rocky childhood. All they knew was how to work tirelessly to provide, never having the time or space to heal, to feel, to rest. Learning to understand them, to see the love they gave in the only way they knew how.
2025 is the year for the black sheep, the independent thinkers, the eccentrics, the rebels, the misfits, the ones who aren't afraid to do things differently.
Crying because my twin sis is in town for Christmas, and I don't want her to leave. She met a man on this dumb app and moved across the country. I hate u twitter.