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having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

to love and be loved is to rest

i’m a soft girl. i light a candle, play an old song, and suddenly the whole room feels like a memory. i sit in the quiet and let it hold me.

im doomed by the narrative but the narrative is a bunch of conscious choices i've made in the past

a big part of being happy is being excited. be excited for everything - making a cup of tea, decorating your future apartment, seeing a friend again, falling in love unexpectedly, the next episode of a show you like, finishing something stressful, buying something you’ve been saving up for, a new album, sunsets, traveling, road trips, and the feeling of going to bed after a long day. think of something to be excited about and daydream about it often when you’re sad.

My red flag is that I am me. Hope that helps.