︎sarah|22|she/her
i’m a mess and so is this blog
one thing about me is I love brutalism. I love concrete. I love not living in a house with cardboard walls and I love looking at a building and thinking this imposing boy would survive a nuclear war
I’m sorry for thinking that grim brutalist design and the vibrant resilience of nature go hand in hand. I’m sorry for seeing how striking, atmospheric and refreshing that looks. I’m right though
society if we started making places look like this again just with more plants
@c--vsm you literally get it bestie
i miss the intimacy of sharing wired earbuds with a girl </3
middle school gay awakening core
““Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence. “Crow, are you a boy or a girl?” “Caw, caw!” I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the cotton white clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues p17
