If yall wondering why its so fuckin hot its becuz my mother is on Facebook making AI photos of herself in the 80s WHEN SHE HAS ACTUAL PHOTOS FROM THE FUCKIN 80S IN THE HOUSE
I hope I never become too busy to notice the small evidence that life is going right. A good conversation. A safe journey home. A meal you enjoyed. A laugh you didn't plan. Those moments count too.
Whatever you do, pray for the ability to see your own sins, your own hypocrisy, and your own shortcomings. Never get so carried away pointing fingers that you forget you, too, fall short.
crying and screaming to get it all out my system and immediately moving on because it’s best to let emotions pass through instead of identifying with them 🙂↕️ I genuinely feel sm better.