cosmic

sorry I didn't mean to start tearing up as soon as I start trying to talk about my feelings, my bad

humans are obsessed with escapism - through movies, books, music, art, daydreams. our souls really weren’t made for this world.

one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and it’s happening right now and it’s still good even if it’s not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. like… this is it. this is life. you’ll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you don’t love life for what it is now and make the most of it

I do think the majority of us should strangle the shame that lives inside of us like wringing water from the rag until we are soft and dry and weightless