terrible years really make you understand the point of a new year. i know nothing much will have changed between dec 31 and jan 1, but we need to be able to partition off everything that’s happened to us, we need a moment to say, ‘that’s done, we’re done with it, it’s over’ and have a little hope that the future will be different. we need to be able to stop and take a breath and sing, in the middle of winter, and prepare ourselves for spring.

#humans live life as a story#it doesn’t have real endings and beginnings so we make them ourselves#we need them to make sense of things

“I suppose I could spend time theorizing how it is that people are not bad to each other, but that’s really not the point. The point is that in almost every instance of our lives, our social lives, we are, if we pay attention, in the midst of an almost constant, if subtle, caretaking. Holding open doors. Offering elbows at crosswalks. Letting someone else go first. Helping with the heavy bags. Reaching what’s too high, or what’s been dropped. Pulling someone back to their feet. Stopping at the car wreck, at the struck dog. The alternating merge, also known as the zipper. This caretaking is our default mode and it’s always a lie that convinces us to act or believe otherwise. Always.” –Ross Gay, The Sanctity of Trains

sometimes i just wanna be one of those renaissance girls from the paintings with all my friends and our titties are out and we’re in the water and its summer and if my friend kisses me, she kisses me you know? no big deal! we could have a wedding right here in this lake with our titties out girl, i love you 

i told you that we can pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars and you’re laughing. we could really use a wish right now and you’re laughing