bookthoughts

Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved

Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

living with your parents is a constant cycle of i love you more than i could ever comprehend and i want to get out before i lose my fucking mind

I do love the phrase executive dysfunction bc the image it conjures is of a bunch of people wearing business suits around a long oval conference table  arguing with each other to the point where they’re getting into physical fights, but in the background there’s just a big empty whiteboard with a To Do list with one item on it and that item is “take shower”