how overwhelming


Turns out I just keep getting older and doing stuff and I don’t know why I find that truly bizarre but I do. Existence is overwhelming but I guess I’m coping aren’t I. I’m usually happy enough but maybe we can thank the anti depressants for that. 

And whilst my own being itself is overwhelming the world continues to be entirely ridiculous and infuriating, how on earth is anyone supposed to get on with anything when our own bodily autonomy is taken from us, it’s utterly absurd. I wish I had something more eloquent to say about everything but I currently do not.


India x 

photo is of a print I liked on a box at Sostrene Grene. 

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