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Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.

i always used to think it was really cheesy to say love never dies and people live on in your heart but i think i was actually just misunderstanding and that made it sound fake and thus cheesy. but it’s not fake. it’s so real. i still make jokes like my 6th grade best friend and i sing the way i do because of my best friend and crush in college. i love plants and to garden because my mom taught me how it felt to plant my fingers in wet soil underneath a warm and forgiving sun and help something grow into something different than before. i fold my clothes like my mom used to for me. i drive and drum on my steering wheel like my dad used to. my music and entertainment taste has a little piece of everyone in my heart, they talk to me all the time. I make my life beautiful through organizing and planning and believing in myself like my sister taught me to. I am a divine mosaic of everyone who has ever touched my heart. I take what my heart can and wants to hold close and i let the rest go. what’s left is divinity. my heart is always full, because people never really can leave you once they’ve loved you and you’ve loved them. we are all mosaics. separateness is a lie we are all told; we are all mosaics filled with one another, with some grander consciousness i like to call love.

Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.

some days I think I have nothing in common with my younger self, and then I remember some of her dreams are still my dreams

i love when people are honest i love it even when its embarrassing nothing is embarrassing and when something is true it feels good there's nothing like it

sometimes girls dont answer texts ever and thats ok

you have to let yourself be a weird woman or you will not survive