for 6 weeks of each year i allow myself to have love island brain (low cognitive function, irrational opinions, unbridled lust) and i think it’s really good for me. i’ll read a book or something after, idk
Cutting people off feels different now. It’s not anger, it’s grief. Like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
I love being a ray of sunshine. I don’t want to be in anybody’s life making it harder. If I ever am, cut me off. I’d rather be remembered for bringing peace, kindness, and good energy than for adding weight to someone’s shoulders.
Being rude to me unprovoked really wakes up the menace buried deep inside. Like I choose to live my life on cutie patootie juice but it’s some four loko back here somewhere. Let’s be very clear