never for money, always for love

it's like i am literally never going to own a house or find authentic love or escape the clutches of late stage capitalism so really what am i living for

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

and i have no concept of passage of time

One of the things I love to achieve is literally just making people feel good about themselves. I love it when I accomplish that. That is such an important part of being myself. I want u to walk away from our conversation thinking you’re the coolest person to have walked this planet bc I love u so much

one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

They need to invent financial independence for people who are unemployable and do useless degrees

saw this massive onion bigger than my entire hand in the produce aisle and immediately snatched it up solely to weigh it and a guy across the aisle asked how much it weighed because he was curious as well and when i told him it was two pounds he excitedly was like “it’s like the biggest one i’ve ever seen..” humanity rocks moment. bonding with strangers over giant onion

having so much love in your heart is beautiful and amazing right up until you’re alone in your bedroom clutching at your chest and whimpering like a wounded dog