You must first build a home inside of yourself in order to recognize the home in others that is most familiar to yours, otherwise any house will seem like a welcoming home to you
stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.
life is just humiliating yourself over and over and learning to live with the inherent shame of being alive !! do what makes you happy !! it is impossible to live life without embarrassment, so why bother trying !!
Good news! I just remembered the word I forgot mid sentence nine hours ago
i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much
“But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived.”
— John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters
i'm such a friend lover. i genuinely believe that my friends are the coolest funniest loveliest most ridiculously joyous people out there! im biased as hell!! i think theyre all rad! and the universe just so happened to slip all these beloved people into my orbit! and vice versa!! wtf!
Every time I see my phone I’m like Grr my worst enemy. Hope someone I love texted me
“Even on my weakest days, I get a little bit stronger.”
— Sara Evans
don’t be embarrassed that little joys take up a lot of space in your heart. sometimes they’re the most important things there are in your life, and deserve your attention
“Don’t rub your eyes it leads to wrinkles and eye bags!!” you live in a world where you feel guilt over even the most microscopic of life’s pleasures and I will never want to join you there
who else is being captivated by the timeless beauty and divinity of music
Simone Weil, 'Void and Compensation' (in Gravity and Grace, trans. Emma Craufurd)
the night is still young. i can do yoga and use my oil pastels. i can cut another fruit. i can write in my journal. i can make a poem. i can invite the figure outside my window in
And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.
btw you cant save people. the most you can do is try to understand them. the most you can do is let them be themselves. all you can do is empathize, be there
