i saw an article called "make peace with your unlived life" and it really made me stop and think. so much of our lives is mourning for what we didn't become. It's a waste. we didn't waste any opportunities. what came and went was not meant for us
The wildest part about POVERTY is how much time it steals. Waiting for buses. Calling assistance offices. Comparing grocery prices. Fighting insurance. Sitting at laundromats. Being poor is a second job nobody pays you for.
The moon looks like a dime today. 10 cent moon. It's going to fall right down into the grocery store parking lot so I can pick it up and take it home and have good luck forever and a day
There is someone sleeping under me on the other side of the earth They are tossing and turning and I find it very disruptive like a pea under many mattresses
i’m a zombie in my body i’m a train off of the track i feel dirty i feel rotten and the colors are all flat im a sad shell of a woman and i’ve got maggots for brains but that’s just a thing that happens when my baby goes away
i have read this letter about a hundred times and i have sobbed every single time. love is all there is, all that matters, all that you are supposed to live for and if need be, die for.