If you don’t have passion for something, you shouldn’t be doing it in the first place.

Stop waiting for friday, for summer, for a boy to fall in love with you. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make something of the moment you’re in right now.

I step outside for a smoke & it’s obvious the world is ending. Someone let the poets out & they’re eating all of the birds.

My memories have turned into anxieties.

Don’t try to figure me out. It will only exhaust you.

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I remembered what it was like, knowing what you want to eat and then making it, forgetting about the ending in the middle, looking at the ocean for a long time without restlessness, or with restlessness not inhabiting the joints, sitting Indian style on a porch overlooking that water, smooth like good cake frosting. And then I experienced it, falling so deeply into the storyline, I laughed as soon as my character entered the picture, humming the theme music even when I’d told myself I wanted to be quiet by some freezing river and never talk to anyone again. And I thought, now is the right time to cut up your shirt.