Petty Theft at the Immaculate Heart

playing metaphor and absolutely loving every minute of it🧚🏻📖

posting this for no particular reason

The social attitude regarding age is consistently getting weirder. You’re not ‘pushing 30’ you’re just in your late 20s. 30 is not old and neither is 40 while I’m at it. Growing older is an enormous privilege and displaying that age is a gorgeous component of life. Spending your days trying to reverse that grace breeds an eternally wasted life.

Life got better after 30, and even better after 40. Relationships are different, my worldview is different, my concept of myself is different. I have more peace, more compassion, more contentment than 20 year old me could have imagined.

Growing, aging, changing is a gift! It is a privilege! Tomorrow is never guaranteed, let alone next year or a decade from now. Treasure it when you get there.

words cannot describe how much i love showering. my wet contemplative box

Hey everyone how's it going

love ppl online being like "ur literally 30" like do u think thats not gonna happen to you??

anyone tagging this with "Yeah but i wont be on tumblr at that age" is only fooling themselves.

10 Tarot Cards I illustrated for the game Where the Water Tastes like Wine back in maybe 2017

highly recommend keeping a small portrait of a historical figure who met a grisly end on your work desk. for perspective.

me: oh thomas cromwell, we're really in it now. every day i get emails.

the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: i was on committees with the duke of norfolk. and they beheaded me.

me: yep. good point.

me: cromwell. cromwell this post has got too big and famous and people are starting to misunderstand me on it.

the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: oh no! you achieved too much fame and status? and now people are misrepresenting you? should we strip your lands and title? have you been beheaded?

me: YES ALRIGHT FINE

hey wait! i know you! we used to be chained next to each other in the cave! wow, so good to see you, how are ya? man. remember how we used to talk about the shadows on the wall together. gosh that was a long time ago. but hey. sure is one heck of a sun out here, right? it's good to see you.

i wrote this post with happy tears in my eyes sitting in a parking lot after getting coffee for 3 hours with someone i did youth shakespeare with when we were teenagers and hadn't seen in 15 years, in which time we both transitioned, got into nerd shit, found a job that feels good, found people to spend our gay little lives with, and coincidentally moved to the same city. this is exactly how it felt. never ever ever kill yourself

blegh

mood lately

hey, don't cry. 40,000 in small bills in the bag, alright? quickly

there should be more options than suffering via employment and suffering via unemployment

huh weird.