pls understand that i am the friend who disappears for weeks/months at a time. i will be there in a heartbeat if you need me, but i am existing in my own bubble 90% of the time. i still love you.
i love it when things stop bothering you. like two months ago i was totally bitter about so many things and now im like “u know what i don’t even care” & that’s a beautiful feeling
i love it when my old, male family members try to give me input about what it’s like to be a woman in america-like they’ve ever experienced it. weird but ok