I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.
Over an hour and a bath later, I might be able to get back to sleep. Thank you tumblr for occupying my time. <3
Gotta love being woken at 5am with the worst cramps of ur life.
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse.
It’s pretty nice.
Another smoking dream. This one also consisted of a one hitter as well.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It
by Carol Diehl
this isn’t even the half of it, especially for trans women and women of color(via feministpizza)