When will I be able to lift my feet from this shallow river and finally be able to dive off the cliff into crystal water?
I had a dream about my dad last night, but different than usual. I usually dream about him dying again. He was standing by the fireplace, just a few steps from where I almost decided to kill myself last night. He, the architect of warm visions, was in a blue flannel and smiling wide — the kind of smile where his eyes lit up, the same ones I’ve looked into all these years and knew that he understood. I blankly told him I was ready to go home now. Where’s home? With you. He told me to wait. There’s warmth here still — growth.
Where are you? Stay. I am not a constant. I’m reborn with the sun. I like to play ghost. Please, come find me. Bring me the day I see you again — bring me you.
Too many roads to go down, too many plains and mountains to see, and so many consciousness-bending realms to consume yet. We’re gonna do it all.
Stand strong in your truths.
sometimes listening to animal collective feels like getting stabbed in the heart a million times
I believe in aliens & smoking weed with aliens
If you’re very into the sounds and tastes of Animal Collective, you just get it and I love you.
there are so many lovely, shining people; i can’t even take it. i want to hug all of you little pumpkins.