if u ever find a genie and you’re really craving a dessert that looks like this:
do NOT say “i’d like a lifetime supply of raspberry crowns”
while this is, in fact, the name of the pastry, it’s ALSO the name of a species of wasp for some reason. the genie, being a nasty trickster, will no doubt give you a bunch of wasps.
this is an oddly specific post are you ok
so this guy at school has a 3d printer and he’s been secretly selling these
kirbies with legs
and i got mine today
here’s the handmade package
i open it and
oh
i don’t understand people who don’t let themselves fall easily, and not just with people. fall for the way your toast warms up your kitchen in the morning and your coffee’s scent soaks up into your skin. fall for the way your mother calls you every thursday to make sure you’re eating enough and getting to school okay. fall for the way the sound of the tracks underneath you on the train blend with your music. fall for a stranger’s smile. fall for the art hanging up in museums and the artists that come in and paint the same portrait. fall for your classmates that differ from you, that challenge you to look outside your circle. fall for the way the cold air feels in your lungs. fall for after midnight diner runs and the 80’s tracks that play on repeat. fall for the way your neighbor above you plays symphonies on his piano every sunday morning. fall for the way the newspaper feels between your fingers, even if you only read the comics. fall for the way your vision blurs from exhaustion and you can’t tell if you’re dreaming. fall for that hole in the wall vinyl shop. fall for laughing till your stomach aches and you have tears forming in your eyes. fall for that t shirt you’ve kept since the eighth grade. fall for your lover, for their flaws and habits and perfections. fall for the way that street lamp seeps into your room and illuminates a tiny corner where your cat sleeps. fall for when you miss your flight and spend the next two hours talking with people you’ll never see again. fall for how they dress and their mannerisms. fall for how sweet a peach tastes on a summer afternoon. fall for the way the rain makes everything soft, and soaks through your shoes. fall for how often you find yourself dancing to nat king cole with a glass of wine in your kitchen. fall for the way it feels to hold a pencil, even if you just drag it across the page. fall for the mole above your lip that you were teased for in grade school. fall for the way cotton feels on your skin. fall for the terrible music your uber driver plays. fall for the china your oma sets on the table every holiday. fall for the way it feels when you soak in the tub, even if the water turns lukewarm. fall for the love your siblings show you. fall for the spare change you keep in your pocket, even though you only use it to move between your fingers while waiting for the bus. fall for children’s books and the way your nephew’s eyes light up when you turn the page. fall for when you go to wash the mascara from underneath your eyes after a good cry. fall for when your best friend comes over to help you do laundry. fall for the old couple who remember you at your favorite chinese place. fall for the dirt stains on your sneakers. fall for when you have to rely on signs when your phone dies and you thought going to a new city by yourself was a good idea. fall for the jewelry you keep clasped around your neck, even if it’s starting to bronze. fall for your coworker’s stories about the previous night. fall for the way a new cologne smells in a magazine. fall for the sound of your dad’s voice, and how course it’s getting with age. fall for the tiny flowers growing through the cracks of the sidewalk. fall for a really good burger. fall for when sweat accumulates across your forehead after a long run. fall for how your unmade bed feels, bunched up and uneven. fall for saying thank you. fall for yourself and all your talents and imperfections and how your hair never looks how you want it. fall for how the world looks at you, no matter how cruel or kind. let yourself fall, even if you’ve been hurt. even if you’ve been let down and discouraged. what life and love is there in hiding in yourself, there is no room to grow. let yourself fall, but never fall short, find what lifts you up through life and all it has to offer. fall for your sole being in the world, fall until you can’t fall anymore. fall until you’re drowning in the love you’ve allowed yourself to collect and you can’t imagine what it was like when you were cold and closed off.
