when mary oliver said "things! burn them, burn them! make a beautiful fire! more room in your heart for love, for the trees! for the birds who own nothing- the reason they can fly”
Since when is a 22 year old supposed to have their shit together?? Go text some freak that doesn’t care if you live or die what else is there to do at that age
y’all are letting american individualism melt your fucking brains oh my god hearing a baby cry while you’re getting coffee is not going to end your life. it’s part of being outside. in public. where people are. babies are people btw