the smell of half rubbed in sunscreen, being left to your own devices, fighting with sticks in the woods, mosquito bitten legs, blisters, sunburns, scrapes, polysporin, watershoes
â•ď¸ŹImpromptu dinner dates with friends
â•ď¸ŹWearing clothes that show different areas of your body because after all, it’s just a body. Why dont your arms or the skin on your back deserve to feel the summer breeze?
â•ď¸Źrevisiting records you forgot about and making them your theme songs for a week straight (for me right now it’s Good Luck by Bladee)
â•ď¸Ź telling people no but opportunities yes
â•ď¸Ź strutting -walk bitch-
â•ď¸Ź loving and not worrying about whether people will understand it. Love is seeping from your pores don’t worry about where it’s going. Let it glisten like dew
If you've ever wanted to start reading theory (or simply read more of it) but feel overwhelmed with where to begin, check out this handy dandy Google drive chock full of readings and resources. And remember that autodidacts reign supreme!
my predictions and manifestations, based entirely on vibes.
out:
— American work ethic
— learning French
— situationships
— low fat versions of foods
— slur discourse
in:
— siesta
— herbed yogurt
— working hardest in the morning and leaving the evening for leisure
— writing postcards to your long-distance friends, exclusively in cursive (if you weren’t taught to write in cursive, the time to learn will be now)
— big boobs (cultural Catholicism will prevail again baby)