isaartista

they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day

is this a life? i don’t know. i make another cup of coffee. stare at a tree from my balcony. write in my journal. take a hot shower. i call my sister and say nothing of value. she listens anyway. i make another coffee. read a book that gives me bad dreams. pick up my pen to write and put it back down. another flip of the calendar i carry in the center of my chest. i am learning to let my heart open up again

sometimes u are rly rly rly sad and then u dance in ur underwear to a song u used to love when you were fourteen and like. ok yeah hope will find me again. and u too

i need 2 nourish my body so when i die i can contribute maximum nutrients to the trees

im not a religious woman but when im biking home from a sunday morning cinema visit and its one of the very first truly sunny days of the year and theres a huge flock of birds flying across the bright blue sky and theres a good song playing on my headphones and the person across the street sends a genuine smile my way .. thats what i believe in

still. after all of it. mostly, i want to be kind