My Mind Wanders Restlessly And Somehow Reaches You And I Just Know It's In The Right Place.

My mind wanders restlessly and somehow reaches you and I just know it's in the right place.

It's been two days since I finished reading Norwegian Wood. It still feels kinda empty, my heart. And surprisingly, I can't seem to jump into another book. Depressing, and beautiful on it's own.

Totally. Without a doubt. Fosho.

I'm doing my research on the show Anne with an E and it's so unfair that it had to end so abruptly. Like I was rewatching it, only the colonisation parts with kakwet and heck. It's just poof. Gone. The memory of her staring out of the window at her parents, yearning to get the hell outta there is encrypted in my mind and y'all Netflix jsyk I got no chill.

Saw people on twitter talking about the boy with the stick and his dog representing “The Fool” in tarot cards and I can’t stop thinking about it.

Meaning: The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe.

Reversed: Chaos, Folly, Lack of direction, Naivety, Poor judgement, Stupidity

Upright card: Beginnings, Innocence, Leap of faith, Originality, Spontaneity

The way those incomplete lives from the unfinished novels come rushing to me when least expected.