The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live...recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it...... that's the real shit
Do you ever get nervous about something and then realize you’re actually not nervous at all but sort of performing the nervousness because it fits the situation and you’re like whatever girl You’ve lived a lot by now It’s not that serious
everytime someone grieves, the first thing i wish for them is a space wide enough to let that grief sit by their side. may you have a long conversation with it, long enough to remind you that the heart you use to love is the same heart that is trained to keep you alive.