this is not for you

Identity is not a solid piece of concrete. It’s matter that falls apart and rejoins. Sometimes new things join. Sometimes others fall away. It’s natural. It’s a fluid bubble that will evolve as years go by. Never grip so tightly onto labels that were never meant to, nor could ever define you. You will grow and grow and you will lose yourself if you put yourself in a box. Put yourself in a field and allow yourself to flourish.

Identity is not a solid piece of concrete. It’s matter that falls apart and rejoins. Sometimes new things join. Sometimes others fall away. It’s natural. It’s a fluid bubble that will evolve as years go by. Never grip so tightly onto labels that were never meant to, nor could ever define you. You will grow and grow and you will lose yourself if you put yourself in a box. Put yourself in a field and allow yourself to flourish.

when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

I could function in a society that had an actual nightlife that isn't synonymous with just clubbing. Where are the night markets what if I want to go to the library at midnight

Rejection-sensitive or not, you have to accept when people say “no” and realize that people’s “no” is not about you. A boundary is never about you, it’s about that person’s sense of security. Do not make people’s personal limits a matter of targeted offence.

THIS. I spent so much of my career working with both of this groups and you need to know? The line between them and you? RAZOR thin. A few thoughtless choices and random chances. Thats it. And for addicts? Babygirl(gender neutral), you have them in your life. Your uncle who has six beers a day, your friend who has three glasses of wine every night, your sibling who can't get through the day without getting high, the fact that maybe you can't get through the day without coffee or a vape? Whoo boy. The recommended (by medical doctors) intake levels for alcohol is fucking low you have no idea. Substance use disorder and addiction is insidious and one day, you make look around and realize that there is a stimulant, a psychadelic, or a depressant that you need to function. And babes, you are treating people like shit because you think you have superiority. But you dont. What you have is luck and better coping skills. Try kindness. Or try being quiet.

will you please take my whimsical ass seriously

i love to quit things and leave situations and end circumstances. like actually i can just go

call me soft or whatever but i find it so incredible that people manage to keep themselves alive. like you’re paying rent?? maintaining relationships?? going to work?? every day single day?? in this economy?? on the mental diet we’ve all been raised on?? the effort you must be putting into your life simply by living it is olympian. and it is impressive

every day i wake up alone in my little creaky beloved bed and I look around with sleepy eyes and realize it’s a “remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world” kind of morning