it is what it is

where’s my oscar for acting like i’m not falling apart

i feel you in songs, movies, sunsets, and everywhere.

anyway. Every once in a while you a read a book that slices your heart open and reminds you of the humongous amount of art and literature and people and experiences that could make you feel the same way and your heart kind of grows a little too much inside your chest and you find yourself aching for all of that beauty and all of these emotions and you wish with just a tiny bit of selfishness you could have it all at once just to make sure you don’t miss any of it

If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing

womens clothing sizing is based on how much the company wants you to kill yourself

I was overstimulated and now I’m evil

the show (going out to get groceries. making myself a nice dinner. showering and opening the windows. being kind to myself in everything i do) Must go on