meds

I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. This world is ugly. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.

(grabs you by the shoulders) you have to make room for new experiences in your life. you have to go through the unpleasant work of leaving your comfort zone, even if just for a few minutes at a time. because if you don't, your brain will trick you into stagnation. you will start to believe that the world can barely fit you in it. but that's not true. it's the opposite way around. you can fit the whole word inside of you. your task is only this: to welcome it with open arms

The intimacy of someone protecting your name when you’re not in the room.

u live and you lose and you lose and you lose but you live

It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.

all the roads lead back to the loneliness ive felt ever since i was a child

“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

Do u think they’ll understand my sincerity

i really love the fact that i’m beginning to actually not care anymore, it’s so comforting

i love how you get on tumblr and all your thoughts are already in someone else's post