Blessed by curses

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.

Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.

when you die, you walk into the cold unknown hand in hand with a girl you met once when you were five in a hotel pool and her hand is warm.

it’s hard to hang on to the good things in life when mental illness is hitting hard, but there truly are so many good things for you to experience and discover. romanticising these little things make the bad seem less overwhelming and all-consuming. there will always be cookies to bake. flowers to pick. dogs to pet. hot showers. new books and movies and games to experience. people to meet, and hands to hold, and lips to kiss. there is more than your brain is convincing you of, and these good things are far more permanent than the bad. bad days will come and go, but you will always have good, sweet things. 

Plant