you know how every time a cat falls off something you think "its ok she's fine she's a cat, she falls & she gets up & she's fine." i feel like that. i feel like im living with cats falling & being ok standards. like the world expects me to fall but also expects me to constantly be okay

i was standing in front of a mirror. a lady walked past, gave me a judging look. i of course judged her back in return, "why is she looking at me like that? who does she even think she is?". distracted by my own judging i almost didn't catch how she looked at the next mirror a few feet ahead. the same judging look. she wasn't judging me, she was judging herself, she just saw her reflection on me

i think when we miss something from the past, a house, a place, a person, we really miss that moment in the past, who we had in that house, what we lived in that place, who we were with that person, and not actually that thing, and i think if we actually got to go back to that something we'd still feel incomplete and we could never actually fill that void since everything has moved on since then, even if we havent

you brush your teeth in the morning and at night regardless of wether or not they seem dirty, and you go to school regardles of wether you feel like it or not. but you only eat when you're hungry, and you wash your hair when it seems dirty. i guess for somebody to notice i'm not okay i have to fall apart, it doesn't suffice to just need help because we all need help sometimes

i see how you could want there to be a god. i see how you could think all this beauty cant have been a mere coincidence. i see how you could want there to be a purpose. i see why you could need that

Life's a one sided game of hide and seek; we assume what we want is out there and spend our whole lives searching for it.

we see a cliff and we jump never stopping to check if we have a parachute

we see a cliff and we jump hoping we have a parachute