bean

you ever just lie on the floor. not because anything is wrong. just because the floor is there and it's flat and for some reason that's exactly what your body needs right now. floor time is sacred.

I don't think she realizes I'd sit and listen to her rant and talk about the most random things with a smile on my face and genuine interest while also wanting to kiss her the whole time

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

till lack of communication do us part

Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.