This blog is my adult version of cutting pictures out of magazines and glueing them on to paper

a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me

like "it's rotten work" "not to me not if it's you" actually sometimes it's still rotten work. even if it's you. and i'd still do it a million times over

People are unfazed if you hate women but if you dislike dogs they assume you're a bad person

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

I see the wrinkles on your face and the thinning of your hair, the blue veins that run down your hands, and I wonder how many years I’ve taken for granted not being kinder to you.