defining my worth by my grades during the teenage years…defining my worth by my weight during my twenties…excited to see what arbitrary number decides my mood in the next stage of life….credit score?
even when bad things happen in my adult life nothing compares to facing the world without a complete frontal lobe. I love my lobe so much, lobe makes things better, you couldn’t pay me to go back to no lobe
this is the thing - so many people “don’t care” about climate change or the environment, but THIS is our current life. it’s not our future.
people think “oh i won’t be around to see the effects” but this is how it is today, and it’s only going to get worse the next few decades.
Someone emailed me that her 11 year old daughter said that she “loves my art because she sees the stuff I like as important enough to paint”. A statement I might not ever emotionally recover from ❤️❤️❤️🥲🥲🥲
i love when life reminds me that there is so much i've yet to see. places i've never visited, flowers i've yet to pick, oceans i haven't crossed. i have to keep going, i want to see it all