the inherent pain of wanting to start again but also the inherent joy of getting to start again
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don’t forget to lose faith in everything this morning
instructions unclear, embraced the world with childlike wonder and joy
stress of daily life so bad the spn pilot starts to look real inviting
My most referenced meme is actually this sign from a furniture store's going out of business sale in my hometown.
I went to riverbed to wait for you to show up, you didnt show up, I kept waiting .
I can't explain what i mean and even if i could I'm not sure i would feel like it .
Andrew Garfield, in an interview with GQ
It's never-ending. The grief is never-ending. The love is never-ending. Like, Oh. That's the nature of love.
i am in fact still thinking about kendall saying “i need a passion project because unfortunately i know that heroin is awesome”
being in yr 20s is abt experiencing the worst thing you can imagine & then having to go to the grocery store
had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing
i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.
ive never done cocaine but it doesn't look like it does anything. People act different after they snort it but they could have acted that way before. Because of free will
little by little i will save my life and the rot in my stomach will swell into something sweet and it’ll sit on my tongue and i will think to myself how silly it is to wallow when there is a sun that shines and hands that reach for other hands. little by little i will remember every vessel in me bears the promise that most sweet things shall stay alive for as long as i live alongside them. little by little i will leave my head for the real world and i will fearlessly dangle my feet on tall grass and without hesitance reach for a star knowing with absolute certainty that i can never hold it close or call it mine and that it’ll never love me back or yearn for me half as much. so here we are, me and my hope, and our only means of staying tethered together which is through the little by the little. little by little i will save my life not as some monumental course-altering endeavour of bigness and bravery and prettyness like in the poems… but by simply putting my life in warm clothes.