IN BLOOM 🌻

i’m not flirting with you i’m just hot and talking

unfortunately im very self aware

there’s no shame in admitting that none of us have any concept of how big a whale is

listening to music isn’t enough anymore i need to eat it

i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

This is part of why life “gets better.” You get better at it.

^ This is part of why life gets better. You get better at it. Start practicing. No one is coming to save you.

This is so true. Also, I know I didn’t grow up with a good example of a healthy romantic relationship, so that shit took me a while to figure out on my own. Thankfully I have the most kind and patient partner to figure it out with. 💕