fuck the grind. fuck work culture. i want a slow life. i want to wake up in the morning and scramble eggs and saute some spinach, squeeze some orange juice and cut up some strawberries, and eat it all while sitting on my porch and watching my goats mill about in the yard. i have a world of downtime to bake bread and garden and read and craft. i am free.
i love and support trans people! having this on your blog means you love and support trans people too!
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someday you will feel the sun on your face, and the grass under your feet. someday the breeze will kiss you again. someday fruit trees will share their splendor with you and you will get to take as much time as you want making dinner — there’s no rush. someday your fireplace will bask you in warmth as you read books for pleasure and not because you feel like you have to. someday you will harvest basketfuls of vegetables from your garden; your dirt-stained hands will smell like tomatoes and basil.
someday you will get to stop and breathe, and no one will yell at you to get a move on.
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