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If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

“I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you,” is one of the rawest lines in all of fiction and it pierces me like a blade every time I hear it

happy my mother said I could be anything I wanted but I chose to live monday

happy the days I don’t want to kill myself are extraordinary tuesday

happy walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again and an intense love rushes to your heart and hope it’s unendurable unendurable wednesday

you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

i made this post because i've got so many friends that think saying something wrong in a conversation is the end of the world. it isn't. you'll be okay. you don't have to be embarrassed about every little thing. you are alive and doing things and speaking to people. you will make mistakes and you will live.

Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.