people’s hunger for like endless options and the pursuit of pleasure is kinda crazy. like nothing and nobody will ever be good enough because there will always be something or someone better. everything is replaceable and means nothing.
when i crush on someone i imagine my life with them, i imagine the inside jokes we haven’t told another yet, i imagine holidays with family members we haven’t met yet, i imagine dates we’ll go on. forever doesn’t seem like a lot to ask for
not to be mitski but i’ve been big and small and big again (bmi 30 to 16 back to 30) since 2020 and it really is fucked how people, even people you would never expect it from, treat you worse at a higher bmi
the sweetest goal i have in life is to build a calm loving home with the person i love & continue to watch our lives morph into one while we simultaneously grow into better versions of ourselves
i CAME HERE TONIGHT because when you REALIZE you want to spend the rest of your LIFE with someone you want the rest of your life to start assoonaspossible
i’m so grateful for the times when i’m included, like when someone saves me a seat, invites me even if i can’t go, or asks me to join a group photo. these simple gestures mean a lot to me. it’s the little things that matter most. they don’t cost anything but mean everything