Do you know that feeling when it’s summer and it’s too hot and you can’t even remember what cold feels like? That’s how I felt when I was with you. Our lives were so entangled, I couldn’t imagine one without you. But season changes and people do too.

A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. it just blooms

Pro-tip: Don’t let the toxic mixture of fear and laziness fuck with your goals, ambition and productivity

One of the biggest lies we are told is that we need someone else to feel complete. We’re not broken, or fractured, or only halves of ourselves. Sometimes we’re bent or injured or completely screwed over and life temporarily makes us feel like we lose parts of ourselves - but we are never incomplete. We were born whole - we’ve been whole ever since.

I miss the way Christmas felt when I was little.

It’s 2 am and I can’t stop thinking about the way everything can look so perfect but be so broken. It’s 2 am and I don’t think I’ve slept in days, and I wish I could say it’s been anything but torture. It’s 2 am and I feel my heart breaking, like in my fucking hands, I can feel the glass shards being pushed further and further into my palms, it’s the first time I’ve felt anything in weeks. It’s 2 am and I’m writing, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, not because I’m unuse to be sad but because this sadness is about you. It’s 2 am and I’m sorry, I’m sorry that you had to be another good thing gone wrong that was mine, always the right emotions, but never the right time