lol

i love smiling just as much as i love to cry. tears streaming down your face, corners of your lips pushing up to your eyes, lids swelling when you cry, cheeks aching from holding your smile. they always reflect the way you feel, so i love crying just as much as i love to smile.

imposter syndrome by Sidney Gish is now on repeat for i have learned who i truly am just a few days ago

wth even counts as laziness??? because apparently resting for a day after participating and handling multiple things for weeks is already slacking in other people’s eyes. just finished highschool and i apparently cannot enjoy a single day of rest before college even starts.

20 minutes straight of crying about boys who love each other so much and would sacrifice anything yet cant accept themselves because of the guilt and fear of not being normal

i feel like vomiting and crying and being snotty does not fully sum up the way I felt watching whatever that masterpiece of horribly beautiful animations. i feel sick to the stomach but utterly amazed at how well everything was portrayed and made. i fear i will feel worse if i read the manga.

my patience wears so thin for a person who hasn’t even lived for two decades

the never ending cycle of joy and sorrow is like a convection current deep in our bones. we never truly function without one or the other.

the people yearn.

WE’RE BACK YAY HEHE

feeling extra existential today

Memories. Seconds that feel like it could play forever. Feelings that connect to the soul like sunshine on cold pavement. Photos that hold so much of life that was lived. Videos that pour with experiences that was once seen to the naked eye. Just once did it happen. Just once was it seen. Rewind to replay was—and is still a constant. Every feeling, every intake of breath, every sound that was heard, every voice that came, every image in that moment. All but just a memory momentarily seen yet incredibly powerful enough to weaken a heart’s defenses.