i now live inside a building. one with a kitchen. my washer and dryer. all that ish.
thing is? i’ve been here, indoors, for 18 months.
truth: i was happier, living in my car.
seems insane; i know. but there, i was free. from interruption. unwilling contact with others. and i stayed on the beach. my pacific ocean.
i dream of going back to that life. my family has fits, at the mention. also, i no longer have my beloved car — sold it, to transfer my belongings out of storage, all the way to this place where i make no sense, south carolina. mm.
so, i’m here. with you.
at least, for the moment. i’m still living that life: moment by moment.
c/s
~canela
staff:
avocados-and-avocadonts:
reserve:
starsarelimitless:
quasi-normalcy:
quasi-normalcy:
kaylapocalypse:
mikkeneko:
eight-times-nine:
bass-borot:
normaler-on-the-outside:
trickytalks:
argumate:
anosognosic:
argumate:
dagny-hashtaggart:
pochowek:
tumblr user, drinking a bottle of uncontaminated water in post apocalyptic america: i love this?? this is so pure omg
tumblr user, finding a miraculously untouched packet of frozen pastries in post-apocalyptic america: beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure
tumblr user, succumbing to dehydration in the wilderness of post-apocalyptic america: my hands are literally shaking as I type this
tumblr edgelord, to a booby-trap in post-apocalyptic america, an arrow embedded deep in their chest: i’m sorry, are you triggered?
tumblr user, attempting to reestablish a pony express mail service across the shattered remnants of post-apocalyptic america: this post is important
tumblr user, standing behind thousands of other refugees from post-apocalyptic america, straining to hear the instructions of the volunteer who is giving them their floor space assignments: say it louder for the people in the back
tumblr user, handing out vials —filled with a cure for the plague which has devastated the world— to the remaining people of post-apocalyptic america: spread this like wildfire
tumblr user, checking the post-apocalyptic town’s notice board for information important to rebuilding: why doesn’t this have more notes??
tumblr user, about to venture out into a dangerous part of the post-apocalyptic world with a small group of volunteers for whom they care for dearly and are concerned about the mental wellbeing of and the impact the adventure could have on them: if you don’t like this unfollow me right now
tumblr user, watching a boy be dragged into the stocks of a post-apocalyptic settlement for the crime of stealing a crust of bread: FREE HIM
Post post modernism
tumblr user, trekking on foot across the burned out plains of post-apocalyptic america in search of refuge for what seems like forever: Is Canada even real?
tumblr user, being offered bark tea to fend off against scurvy in post-apocalyptic america: This tea is HOT!
tumblr user, alone and searching for the warmth and comfort of other humans and being jumped by a group of post-apocalyptic american vigilantes: I came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now
tumblr user, caring for a nursery of small children, the last children born into this broken, dying world, gently feeding them watery broth: take a fuckin’ sip babes
tumblr user, watching a suspicious figure approach the gates of their ramshackle settlement in post-apocalyptic america: who is she
tumblr user, looking helplessly at their shattered pole weapon before perishing in the battle circle of post-apocalyptic america: wtf staff
Some things never change *s
(vía dynastylnoire)