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you must learn to get up from the table when love is no longer being served

the only way to restore humanity is to kill instagram altogether

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

i would rather die than market myself on linkedin. it's the modern day version of a peasant doing a little dance to convince the king to let him live