i live so i love

sorry I say weird shit sometimes I’m just so excited to be alive

Love going to bed with a new, good daydream scenario fresh in my mind. Like yes girl, movie night!

there’s some comfort in knowing how universal lots of subtle feelings are. that all your mistakes have been made by somebody else. all your regrets following the mistake has been felt by someone else. someone feels, or has felt, the same kind of loneliness as you, the same existential anxiety, the same confusion about everyday interactions, the same fears about being perceived and the aloneness of navigating your life and feeling so insignificant and lacklustre compared to what other people seem to be experiencing. the differentness and the gap you feel that’s between you and everyone else. the same feeling of strangeness and liminal spaces and liminal feelings that aren’t exactly explainable, even if you had someone close enough to tell it to. there are subtle things that are specific to you that you think no one else has experienced. it’s written in subtext or woven between lines of music or captured in film or unspoken, but it’s there. someone, somewhere, understands.