ivy

I don’t want my whole life to be an act of letting go.

you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

It's always "stop harming yourself or we'll have to lock you up!!!" and never "what do you need to change to want to harm yourself less and how can we help you make some of these changes?" and that's why we're not getting anywhere

love is not control, love is not a locked door. people are free to come into your life and leave as they will. the people who matter will show up for you and forgive you and choose you. you're going to be okay. you're going to miss people and you're going to meet new ones. you'll fall in love with new cities and you'll make a new favorite meal. letting go is what makes it stay, so let go.

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

all of my favourite things are like beautiful racehorses that trip over their own feet a hundred times. but they get back up again. and goddamn, you should see them run.