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I think my healing really began escalating once I stopped identifying so strongly with my suffering, once I stopped treating misery like it was an intrinsic aspect of myself and my personhood.

being the hottest person at the library isn't always easy, but somebody's gotta do it

it’s like people don’t even want to be silly nowadays

hey (with the intention of slow dancing in the kitchen together)

dandelions are magic. literally tiny suns in the grass that turn into the moon and then the stars when you blow on them. fucking insane.

there is no better feeling than to be wholly trusted and loved by a little animal

calling yourself ugly makes no sense because you don't really see yourself. you don't see yourself lying in bed curled up and silent with your chest heaving and falling. you don't see yourself reading a book with flapping and shining eyes. you don't see yourself looking at someone with love and caring in your heart. there is no mirror to stand in your way when you laugh and smile and happiness pours out of you. you would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments; where you really are yourself.

maybe there is no best version of myself. just me, right now, vulnerable and tired and hopeful, willing to show up regardless of what it looks like.

I literally can't stop saying <3 it's my favorite punctuation mark

I love holding hands !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just want to thank pasta for being a part of my life