what the fuck

I’m not really into things? anymore?

staying in a forced situation creates resentment where there doesn't need to be. you create light + internal peace when you let go.

apparently sometimes bees sleep in flowers and that makes me so happy like i can rest well knowing that there’s a bee out there sleeping in a flower.

“i don’t care,” i say, caringly, as i care deeply

I hate feeling like I’m not living enough. like I’m not experiencing enough

I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.

do u ever zone out but ur aware that ur zoned out but ur too lazy to zone back in

YOUR ABUSER’S TRAUMA DOESN’T JUSTIFY THEM ABUSING YOU.

worst feeling in the world is knowing you did the best that you could, and it still wasn’t good enough

ive never fucked off and been a fun and irreverent young person bc im literally aware of all possible things that could go wrong at all times in any given situation

me: *crying my eyes out* someone: are u okay? me, wiping away my tears pretending like i wasnt just crying: yeah bro im fuckin flexin

i know its unhealthy to live in your own dream world but like…its safe bitch

i swear my soul has aged for like an entire century since i finished high school i literally feel like theres an old granny living inside of me who just wants warm beverages and understanding from family while spending her days tucked away in bed

One of the worst things you can do to someone with an invisible illness is make them feel like they need to prove how sick they are