you suffocate when you consume more than you create. your chest tightens when you see muses because your own expression is waiting. daily expression keeps you from idolizing others too much
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.
I respect you so much for waking up this conversation. A lot of friendships are hostile and competitive because there is this need for a friend with a little bit more experience to look down and consistently lecture their other friend just for existing and experiencing life in-
studies (conducted in my home) have shown that when you sing your cat a little song about how much you love them, they understand exactly what you're saying, and they feel it in their little heart
Being rude to me unprovoked really wakes up the menace buried deep inside. Like I choose to live my life on cutie patootie juice but it’s some four loko back here somewhere. Let’s be very clear