seems a little unfair that I’ll never have my portrait made by John Singer Sargent. I would have been really good at it. there’d be just a hint of canny amusement in my gaze toward the viewer and everything

making gorgeous cookies at 10pm the recipe is be true to your self

i think bunnies came to earth because they're searching for something. for someone, perhaps

Regretting things is disrespecting your past self… you have to trust that you made the best decision otherwise you’re breaking down your relationship with yourself

avoidance has saved me from everything it's also killed me a hundred million times

talking to myself out loud and disagreeing with myself every now and then so that the spirits lingering in the cold corners of my room don't accuse me of monolithic thinking

turns out there’s always salvation in openness. it’s a bottomless pit