stingy heart

my therapist said i had a stingy heart and it made laugh so hard at the time, but later it really stung. while i don’t have a stingy heart with everyone, i do with a big swath of marfa, my in-laws, my mom — with honestly anyone who needs something from me. it was a hard truth to hear and also made me feel kinda hopeless. no good google image search for “stingy heart” but scrooge mcduck is as good a substitute as any.

me 😢
(via cineramble)

literal snapshot from work

work is hectic, we’re down 1.5 people so it’s a bit of a grueling nut house these days. a wonderful grueling nut house, but still a nut house.

this poem

strange days

recently developed fondness for circus peanuts

oh man it’s come to this

just another sky pic

date unknown

this poem speaks to me these days

“although the wind” by izumi shikibu, via poetry foundation

santa fe sky

what more could you want

slow it down for the summer as much as possible

this is exactly me — from sara campbell: