the craziest thing about being alive is that you have to live with other people’s interpretations of you
well you see I was a very sad child and then I was a very sad teenager and now I am still very sad
friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of.
someone could be doing the craziest shit imaginable and I’ll always be like “no I totally see where you’re coming from”
I do think the majority of us should strangle the shame that lives inside of us like wringing water from the rag until we are soft and dry and weightless
