grieving as an adult is so funny it's like. im sobbing my eyes out i'm laughing like a maniac im pondering the mortality of everything around me. ok glad thats out of my system because i have a dentist appointment in an hour

your past self was doing the best it could. You know more now, and in the future, you know even more! You grow each day! Don’t hate the past versions of you for not knowing what you know now.

me going to the clearance aisle to buy Halloween candy on Tuesday

😭😭😭

the fact tht u can actually always just try again

I'm in my girl what am I doing era

It’s always “why did you get in the river” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the river The river looked fun was it fun

how dare people call me distant. i’m having full on conversations and debates with everyone at all times in my head it’s not my fault you don’t know how to read my mind telepathically

god i love doomed romances because it’s like. “what is grief if not love persevering” but the grief and love are happening at the same time. how do you grieve something that’s still alive? how do you love something that has always been dead? and the answer is just. intensely.

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries.