this blog is a museum of my heart

Someone said “ I don’t walk away to teach people a lesson I walk away when I’ve learned mine” and I felt that.

give yourself a sense of place and time. rotate your wardrobe when the weather changes. update your playlists every month. write down three things you did today. do it everyday. message your friends good morning. buy yourself different flavours of tea based on your mood, the packaging, the weather, your heart. save the little paper labels; stick them in your notebook until the inside cover is full of little colored tags. have it hot in the winter. have it cold in the summer. learn to make apple cider, raspberry cordial. spend the summer knitting a scarf for the colder months. spend the winter sewing loose flowy blouses for the summer. open the windows, five minutes a day if it's cold, all day if it's warm. give yourself a sense of place and time and weather.

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’

To crave somebody’s presence instead of their body is the purest form of intimacy

Fuck parties man I just wanna drive to the lake and look up at the stars w someone I love

You can really tell when someone is in their body. The way they walk, like they feel every part of their body move. When they listen to music, they close their eyes. When they eat, they can barely talk because the tastes are stealing their focus. The connection to the senses is the greatest liberator, but I think so many things in every day life steal that from us. A lot of mental stress accumulates from a lack of this connection. Not that it’s the sole reason, but to find that connection at least gives you a fighting chance.