i must belong somewhere

ur twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colors. i like soup. i want to take a nap

no i didn’t skip that song because i don’t like it, i skipped it because i don’t have the emotional stability to listen to it now

BEDTIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING: YES IT’S TIME.TO GET UNCONSCIOUS

What’s sad to me about this is that I’ve noticed a lot of people saying they “can’t” do art, or dance, or sing. That because it’s turned into a profitable vocation, and thus has some implied heirarchy to it (ie: there are ‘master artists’, and ‘professional singers and dancers’), people feel shame for not “living up to unattainable standards,” when in reality, art for humans is very therapeutic and good for the soul.