I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.
who you are in high school is not who you will be in college and who you are in college is not who you will be when you are 30.
when you accept that you are malleable and ever-changing, you will be less resistant to new ways of thinking and being and you will grow into the beautiful person you are meant to become.
resist the urge to remain stagnant. there are always things to learn about the world and yourself. let yourself learn them.
I was just thinking and I don’t mean to generalize but I feel like everybody has felt at some point in their life that whatever they were doing or making was unacknowledged or under appreciated but did you ever think that maybe we were all too busy feeling that way about ourselves to maybe acknowledge other people’s works or efforts, which creates a sort of cycle that will never be broken
Okay so just to let you guys know. A lot happened since my phone died on me and I had to stop making sad text posts:
1) I learned the cup song from the girl I was babysitting
2) DO I WANNA KNOW CAME ON THE FUCKiNG FM RADIO WHEN I WAS DRIVING HOME
Boys are so distracting. Why do they have nipples. What’s up with that.
Wow I am so bored