Nazz

here’s to all the things you survived quietly and privately this year

here’s to all the things you survived loudly, to the dead horses you beat, to the shit that makes you scream

favorite part of the human experience is when you have a wonderful night out with people you know you will never be with again in the same way and you're so full of love because it's all so temporary and fleeting

maybe growing up is just becoming who you were at 14 again but learning how to love her this time

(Making small talk) yeah I’ve been having some new and intriguing stomach issues lately

In a language that contains words like devotion, passion, enthusiasm, love, fascination, obsession, etc., I can’t help but regret this tendency to cram all those meanings into "hyperfixation," a word which manages to pathologize and medicalize the act of having interests.

and in the next fifty years, you will ache and you will glow. you will fall in love with people who don’t stay and still carry their names like pressed flowers in the folds of your memory. you will eat meals alone and meals with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the sting of silence. there will be mornings you can’t get out of bed and nights where you walk home humming under a sky so wide it forgives you. you’ll cry in public and smile at strangers and sometimes it’ll be the same thing. you’ll hear a song that reminds you of someone you promised you’d never forget and you’ll realize you already have, a little. you’ll outgrow versions of yourself you once thought permanent and mourn them like old friends and still you will keep going. you’ll see sunsets that make your chest tighten. you’ll be held when you least expect it. you’ll feel the cold on your face and remember what it means to be alive. and it won’t always be gentle but it will be yours.

women! be difficult! be mean! they’re gonna hate you either way!

cant wait until i get cuddled to sleep every night by the love of my life

oh and btw the love was there and it changed everything. if u even care

y’all ever just stopped caring? not mad or anything? just over it

Strange and beautiful how one afternoon with friends equals the desire to live for a million brilliant years