that-greenbag

growing up I was always afraid of being Found Out. not sure what I was hiding. just my whole self I guess

Physically I'm here but mentally I'm lying in the field of flowers.

what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.

my friend is very confident and free and i always want to know how she does it so once i asked her and she just said “the only difference between me and you is that when people treat you badly you think it’s because there’s something wrong with you but when people treat me badly i think there’s something wrong with them.” scalped

mmmm the color green

repeating "mostly, i want to be kind" in my head as a daily affirmation