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the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older

That always happens to me as someone who has cats.

There will always be something to live for, even if it’s just the sun coming through your kitchen window in the morning, even if it’s just waking up with time to keep sleeping, even if it’s for the hope that the future will be tender, and sublime, and brighter than then all the stars…

Why saying goodbye to your loved one at the airport literally feels like someone crushing your ribcage and ripping your heart out of your chest

ceasefire today, accountability from tomorrow until the end of time. all my love to the steadfast people and martyrs of gaza

eat delicious things in every sense. savor novels that unravel slowly, like decadent meals for the mind. let sunlight kiss ur skin, bask in its warmth like an endless summer. hold close the people who make you feel alive, kiss them tenderly, love them fiercely. laugh at bad jokes, the kind that make you roll ur eyes but secretly smile. plant basil on your windowsill, water it with care, breathe in its fragrance as you stir it into your meals. be unafraid to indulge in beauty, to notice it everywhere and to consume it greedily. there is no virtue in starving yourself of joy, no wisdom in rationing delight.