we're getting closer to 2030 and what are we supposed to do then. that's not a number for a year to be

i understand its chronic pain but every day seems a bit excessive

“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”

agonizing over all the time you wasted or lost is useless. it’s gone now. you survived in the only way you knew how. doesn’t your survival deserve some recognition too?

like toni morrison said, “sometimes you don't survive whole, you just survive in part. but the grandeur of life is that attempt. it’s not about that solution. it is about being as fearless as one can, and behaving as beautifully as one can, under completely impossible circumstances.”

vi svelo un segreto: a nessuno importa se non vi piacciono i labubu

a sweet girl like me was never meant to be crazy but unfortunately I am