i know its not the caffeine or cold drink status because i always try both when my migraines get bad, so it must be something else

seeing hurts, i can’t eat, breathing hurts my head, and this is an average to slightly above average migraine

it is not normal that i am thankful the world looks normal and im not in pain bad enough to make me hysterical yet

i dont know why i thought this was normal for so long

'hey darlin', sleepin on the blacktop,
hey darlin', runnin' through the trees, honey
hey darlin', leavin' for the next town
less'n my sense catches up with me'

environment and setup are some of the most underrated aspects of being able to create well, good art can be made from anything but the highest quality and consistency and comfort generally require somewhere conductive to it

i hope you can get something or somewhere that fits you soon

of my three characters, the first sees 'home' as 'a place to lurk and hide and smell and see' - a den, a cave, a hole to crawl into

the second sees 'home' as 'a reprieve from the pain' - a sanctuary, a shelter, a quiet corner

the third sees 'home' as 'a fortress of peace' - where none can harm her

i saw einstein say something in the vn along the lines of, people are always going between two extremes, and as much as i know that it was old-timey philosophy stuff beyond my education level, i related a lot to it

every high comes with a low, every low hopes to come with a high

if you see a girl use “y’all” or “feller” and your mental image of her becomes less intelligent or attractive because of it, I do think less of you, but I also hope that my writing will one day make you realize your folly and become down bad for women with a thick twang

happened again on the second set, i think i genuinely found the limit where my body starts to think im killing it and starts to enter fight or flight

visiting my old friends mother's trailer for the first time was my first exposure to truly 'cozy' - tables everywhere, cluttered and messy, but with posters and hanging things and warm, dim light, rugs and couches and sofas

it stirred a sense of hospitality in my heart that i treasure deeply