sapodilla

of course i know him . . . he is me

i want to be buried under one if possible

they are like brown sugar wished to become a fruit and more . . . they are very dear to me , getting sap all over your hands to taste the sweetness in your lips and tongue is totally worth it. they are my pomegranate. would you get tree sap on your hand to get me a sapodilla or will you not?

i want to be a whale and explore the deep sea . .

nice beautiful livable kind planet that humans are destroying and it is very upsetting to me. i hope one day all humans disappear and eveything they made will hopefully get taken by nature again then the earth would be all green and blue and nobody remaining will have to suffer unnecessarily. Im sorry what they are doing to you after you made sure to give a home to us..

i must have been a sheep in my previous life

i rarely have a nice dream but today 261105 was one of those days. A nice dream will make you stay happy and fulfilled and nourished all day somehow . . i wish my mind would create more nicer dreams like this where i wake up feeling fresh ! ! a nice dream can really do it for you ! the dream itself was just me young again , in school, through the window watching the clouds pass by , but i had a best friend. who laughed with me , so it was nice .. i only have three very memorable nice dreams in my life. i remember one where i was flying on top of the sea , there was the huge eye of the size of a country. it was so huge and magical. another one was where i was running but practically flying through a field of grass , apparently i was a thief that stole from a royal place there being searched . . but i think rather than the hunting, i felt more free to fly on top of the beautiful field that is still printed in my brain. i feel like Eren Yeager wanting to achieve freedom with these dreams

i have began to quite appreciate the taste of coffee. at first it was bitter for me , i would still force myself to drink it by adding too much sugar and making her sweet and stripping her off her identity that was wrong of me. if i didn't like it, i shouldn't change it to be more like what i like. but thankfully now i have began to be fond of her bitterness! infact it is hard to start my day without a hot cup of coffee !!

so many kinds, so many taste . . all are fulfilling to my heart the same. thank you tea

thank her for making me the happiest

scary thing. it is scary to think all day , i have not known peace since i began to form thoughts. good thoughts rarely visit. But it makes me me so i cannot hate it? who would I be if i didn't have fifty thought going on at once ?

it feels so alive to touch the mud with your hand and give them the shape of a pot

it is the most relaxing thing to ever sit on a nice grass and look up at them. Give them names and make out their difference shapes or what they look like and watch them float around. They seem happy to be.

when i grow up i want to be a lotus

how can there be anything better than trees in this entire world .. the most beautiful thing to bless earth. a city without trees in it is bound to perish.. perhaps because i lack trees where i live i understand the importance of it

bhapa pitha, nakshi pitha, patishapta, nakshi pitha, dudh puli, shemai pitha — how many wonderful variants there are and all are as delicious as each other.. truly a marvelous experience when winter comes and the smell of sweet fills the air and when your elders make pithas for you in enjoyment. Fate keeps me alive to able enjoy these delicacy every year