on most days, you really just have to romanticize the smallest of things to find light in life. in my case, i tell myself i like doing laundry because it meant that i went to places & did many things. i lived, so i had to do my laundry.
Reading extensively will probably bloat your vocabulary a lot, but articulation cannot (only) come from consistent exposure to difficult works. If you want to be articulate, you must also think and structure your thoughts uniformly
One of the many tragic aspects of my life is that i got interested by pure accident in many fields of study that are far above my actual comprehension, like a raven who collects a fortune in gold coins merely because they are shiny.
Sometimes you have to admit when you’ve been a bad friend / lover / etc and just own your shit and do better. on excuses , no self pity , etc just accountability and action that convey your sentiments of wanting to correct your actions
Sometimes you have to admit when you’ve been a bad friend / lover / etc and just own your shit and do better. on excuses , no self pity , etc just accountability and action that convey your sentiments of wanting to correct your actions
reading clarice lispector has made me think about writing so much. im the not only person to experience this yet a breath of life truly describes how i feel about writing or creation in general
somtimes i’m just in my room and i highkey start thinking who tf actually deserves a sweet sensitive baddie like me with great music taste and correct opinions
I am more than my dopamine receptors and my cortisol levels and my recommended protein and fibre intake and my fascia tightness. I have a soul and a beating heart. and vulnerable flesh
I don’t internalize criticism that doesn’t come from a place of love & respect. Like why would I internalize something meant to harm me from someone idgaf about?!
If ever you find yourself in a secret competition with me on anything know that it’s you vs. you. that war is within you. that energy is yours. nothing else, ever. sincerely..
if you sit quiet and observe, it's only those simple days that have made a home inside your heart and yet look at how your senses keep choosing to feed on the chaotic days