For some people, life doesn’t truly begin until they’re 26-30. The way we romanticize and obsess over youth is super harmful. Your life is not over at 21, I promise you. It’s just beginning

i cant think of the fact that humans send messages saying ’where are you? who are you?’ from earth to the giant and empty space all around us for too long because it makes me cry so hard and feel so human and lonely

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

Indie guy: *just finished blogging about his fav animal collective albums in the middle of the coffee shop* -_- my cortado? I ordered my cortado 11 minutes ago. Where is it

i had to google what cortado means to understand the subtlety and nuance of this post.

restart, and heal

“your eyes hella red u been smokin??” no I been crying bitch leave me alone