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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

anyone who doesn’t romanticize life is LAME i don’t wanna hear your “realist” takes bitch i want the sun to drench me in honey and the stars to light my path and the breeze to dance in my hair and the sky to weep tears of joy and the ocean to lament to me in waves and the hearts of so many people i haven’t met to speak to me across the fabric of time and space. we’re all fucking connected you cannot change my mind. every single one of us

im also making savory crepes for dinner:-) my grandma wrote me her recipe for the crepes she used to make us when we were kids (always filled w tuna, harissa and grated mozzarella that melts and becomes oh so delicious! a tunisian classic) im v excited <3

one ov my new years goals is to not let american politics and culture invade my online space anymore im so sick ov hearing about them. got me having opinions about shit someone from lexington kentucky made up on twitter like No More

babe are you okay, you’ve barely posted any incoherent thoughts today

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield