When I Have A Crush I Dont Kick My Feet Or Twirl My Hair Instead I Am In My Kitchen At 3am Pacing In

Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.

— C.S. Lewis

Stay with me by Romário Roges

“Blueberries” from Devotions by Mary Oliver.

oh september, how you have my heart.

We do not need to get rid of anger in order to give up hatred.

We do not need to renounce enjoyment in order to give up desire.

We do not need to neglect our safety in order to give up fear.

Cease to indulge the feelings that, while pretending to be necessary, actually destroy the world.

perhaps nothing else on earth matters, besides the love you take in, and the love you put out.

ugh why must I be always so repulsed by my own vulnerability but I find it very moving and impressive if other people are vulnerable with me????

motivation for the last quarter lets goo

you don't want to look back and wish you had worked a little harder.

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

got diagnosed with heart too big and kind