“the other day” could mean anything with me. literally yesterday. or a week ago. Seven years past.

actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

I already brought this up with my friends, but I don't know how people survive without an obsession. How does your brain not suffocate itself when not thinking 24/7 in the background about, I don't know, trains or Sasuke or the letters of Marcus Tullius Cicero?

There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.