i don’t think it’ll ever get more predictable, i feel like there will be more random days in december with 70deg weather, i feel like the hurricane names are gonna start sounding like the 5th grade roster in the fall, i think spring will feel wetter and more elusive, and babygirl, i think summer is going to become depressing and disorienting in ways we couldn’t previously imagine

the hopes and dreams and ~ intentions ~ i have for each upcoming season are beginning to feel stale. or hollow, like i’m just saying to say or thinking to think.

maybe it’s because i watched annihilation (2018) and then proceeded to read the plot summaries of the southern reach trilogy but josie was right, you don’t have to fight or face it.

like, literally, there is nothing to look forward to, it’s all, like, literally, right now