all this talk about peeling oranges reminded me of a poem i wrote in November. an orange, a tangerine, a fruit could be a miniature planet if we make it.
it's so important to take a moment to crouch down and take a picture of flowers when you get the chance to. the world seems to stop for a few seconds. kind of like a sigh of relief.
everything comes so easy if you're lovely and kind because it always comes back around to find you in ways you never thought possible. yes, including those who have wronged you, they will be struck by lightning or succumb into food poisoning.
just successfully applied for graduation :) i remember earlier this year feeling bummed out because i will be graduating late at the age of 24... but everyone moves at their own pace.
i actually hate you fucking silent cunts. maybe have a thought in your head for once and raise your fucking hand to share it IN A DISCUSSION BASED CLASS and other ppl wouldn’t have to pick up your slack