What my heart wants to say

i envy people who have dreams with clear rational plots like “i was on my favourite tv show for a day” my dreams are like i’m in a diner and i’m pregnant. i leave the diner and i’m in a forest watching the pregnant woman who is no longer me. she turns around and now we’re in a jeep and she’s my dad. we’re listening to music which is somehow numbers. he asks if i remember the time we went to pakistan and i say yeah because i do. i wake up and remember i’ve never been to pakistan in my life.

at this point of my life, if you aren’t contributing to my growth, goals or happiness you gotta go.

Ok actually brilliant

r e a l i z a s h u n s

EGOT

someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow