asher

things will work out + it’s still early + not everything is lost + trees

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

unfortunately i could never be nonchalant because i am not well in the head and also my soul is on fire

Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of everything being okay

i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

don’t forget that it’s your life. it’s not school’s life, it’s not work’s life, it’s not your family or your partner’s life—it’s perpetually your life, for better or worse. what do you want from this life? forget happy, what motivates you to live? why are you here?

it’s okay to have some things that are just for you. some memories, some moments, some achievements… no one else needs to know or understand it’s just for you and that’s enough