What Are You Waiting For? Someone To Grant You Permission? The Perfect And Permanent Emotion? A Shooting

the classic trope of "what if you went to a town and it was weird" never fails

This is lovely advice.

want your own life dude! don’t long for anyone else’s life. even with the hardest most painful parts don’t pretend they’re not there, just fill your life up with as much of what you love what moves you what fulfills you what makes you happy and the hard shit becomes easier to deal with because you know there are all these things that keep you going. want your own life! it’s yours, only yours, no one else could have possibly been you isn’t that cool?

u know what, even if my writing isnt the BEST, i still made it all on my own. like there was a blank word doc and i filled it up with my own words, my own story. i took what was in my head and i made it a real thing. idk i feel like that alone is something to be proud of.

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers who love their daughters dearly despite not liking them all that much. My mother has never liked me as a person (or at least, not since I’ve become the person I currently am) - my personality is in many ways at odds with her’s. Where she is strategic and deliberate I am impulsive and passionate. We are both incredibly emotional but in distinct and clashing ways. That said, my mother has showed up as my greatest ally when it’s mattered and has given me all that I need to thrive. She may not particularly enjoy my presence - and, quite frankly, may never have hoped for a daughter like me - but she’s stuck by me regardless. I think that’s an incredibly pure form of love - endurance and tolerance in the face of contradiction and misunderstanding.

I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

WRITE!! WHAT!! YOU!! WANT!!

If you don't love your writing, no one else will!

I think sometimes healing is so hard because there’s a point where you don’t recognize yourself. It’s like, if I don’t have that fundamental badness in me, am I still me? Who am I without the ugly part? there’s beauty in the transformation but there’s also love in the familiar and the wrongness feels like love because it knows you. what I’m saying is that even when it’s good, sometimes you need to mourn the change