a dream within a dream

The bravest thing you can do is stop mourning the life you expected and start noticing the one that's trying to find you.

''what if you regret it'' then you will expirience regret - a normal and unavoidable part of the human expirience.

“I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicada lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.”  ― Terri Guillemets

there’s something about becoming older where everything feels finite. summer isn’t endless, love isn’t eternal. you move homes, your favorite boots fall apart, your dog dies. everything feels consuming and beautiful when it is believed to be eternal. now it is all precious. everything. and there is a melancholy that comes with it.

It's okay if joy and grief keep visiting on the same day.

I do wish we could make it a little more socially acceptable to wander the streets at night weeping inconsolably I feel like that would have a great catharsis factor for a lot of people