self care comes first

it's a new day + the sun rose + you're alive + you're alive + you're alive + your heart is beating + you're breathing + you're alive

the true girlhood experience (fighting the urge to fall to your knees in the middle of a grocery shopping aisle because of a sudden wave of grief that hit you out of nowhere)

if we make it through december and january and february and then march and april as well and may and june and july also and august and september. we’ll be fine

"nothing matters" WRONG!! everything matters to me because I only have this life and despite it all it's my most prized possession

google search how to cough up the ball of grief that's been stuck in your stomach since birth

fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams

sorry, I'm busy looking for love in everything. yes it's gonna take all day.

life is a web of both small and large melancholies but it also contains grace and friendship

don’t want to be a girl i want to be a single star in the night sky shining so bright all the way to lonely people who look up and hope to see a sign