tired med student

My problem is I never healed I just kept going

if you’re reading this drink some water

friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of. 

Honestly, my goal in life is just to be a very warm person. I want to be as loving and as kind as I can be.

I know you’re tired bitch but keep fucking going

next time you stand in a public place think about the fact that everyone around you have sobbed until they felt they would break at least once in their life, every single one has been nervous, scared. they’ve all felt small once, insecure too. they’ve all felt so alone they thought their chest would cave in on itself, wishing someone would see them and hug them. they’ve laughed until their stomach cramped too, they’ve all seen or felt a sunset, they’ve all loved something or someone, they all want to be loved too. everyone else is a lot more human than we tend to give them credit for

I hate the whole backlash like ‘you say touch starved but you actually just mean horny’ NO I mean when I was getting my hair cut there was a moment where the hairdresser tilted my head to the side and the top of my head brushed his chest and my brain short circuited with endorphins because it thought I was being held

Because casual, platonic affection is so taboo in our society that whenever anyone wants to hold a friend’s hand or snuggle on the couch, it is automatically assumed they must be after sex.  This is especially true if the person in question was socialized as a man. 

relating all physical affection to sex really messes with people’s need for physical contact with others. it teaches us to isolate ourselves and deny ourselves critical interactions lest we be mistaken for pursuing sex. this is really isolating for people who are sex-indifferent, sex-repulsed, or asexual, but it affects everyone.

Be someone who encourages; be a friend who inspires, a relative who supports, and a stranger who is kind.

i would like …. many books…. some plants….. a couple of candles…….. and some peace and quiet 

your progress doesn’t have to be seen, celebrated or validated by others to be real. just because you prefer to get better without sharing that journey, doesn’t mean it’s not valid yet. what you’re doing right now, the effort you put in, has always been and will always be something that you can be proud of yourself for, even if it’s on your own.