no drug could ever hit as hard as that feeling when u look up and see the moon and stars on a really clear summer night

delusional enough to think your posts are about me

that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.