J.

the actual truth is that i’m loved . like regardless of what i achieve, there are people in my life that see my heart. that’s where fortune is. being seen and being loved. so i am rich in this way.

whenever i feel insignificant i think about the fact that the universe is so vast and endless and infinite to the point where we can't even grasp its very concept ... and yet how intricate and beautifully accidental must it be for mangos to exist and for us to enjoy them and to be aware of the fact that we're enjoying them, or for two people's hands to fit together, or for someone to bake bread for someone else. there is no end to space, and yet we have favorite songs, and we tend to little plants, and we leave our footprints on the sand until the waves wash them away, and we help bees back outside with our silly cups and pieces of paper !! existence is so miraculous & we are here & small & coincidental, and so i love & love & love

when lorde said “i'll love you till your breathing stops, i'll love you till you call the cops on me” & mitski said “one word from you & i'll jump off this ledge im on, baby” & richard siken said “love for you is not like the usual romantic love. it's like a religion”

*looks in the mirror* i can fix her