my partner often remarks about my "freudian thoughts" wherein which i forget other people have different lives from me. case in point: while shopping for the holidays, i saw birthday party supplies and said "wow, they really put out the birthday stuff early this year" (my birthday is in march). sorry sagitrariuses (sagittari?)
my birthday is on the 28th of februrary and a good amount of times when i tell people, they ask back, "isn't that a leap year day?" and while i appreciate the attempt at prolonging the conversation and contributing to the back and forth for small talk to maintain societal norms... that is far from the truth... in fact it is a whole 24 hours away from the truth. sometimes 4 years and 24 hours from the truth... or 3 or 2 or 1 and 24 hours from the truth.
Recently bought this vase I love and put some irises in it and I'm obsessed with how it looks. I kept glancing over to look at them all day. Happiness really is in things like this <3
its a fucking masterpiece and perfectly encapsulates the time in a wholistic but also deeply individual and vulnerable way
in awe every time I watch - time for me to go and reflect in circles
