Ready to leave the shelter
a boy, a small town, a key.
A snow fairy, a river, a lost treasure
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
rare feelings
being completely immersed into a book as if you’re watching a movie
being able to study for a long time without being distracted
wandering upon a scent that reminds you of a distant memory from your childhood that you haven’t smelled for years and years
the freedom of letting yourself do something badly (like art or learning) and knowing you’re progressing every day
being completely happy despite the bad things because you remember every little good thing and kind person in your life
stargazing in a remote landscape and feeling existentially precious and insignificant at the same time
waking up early enough to see the darkness turn to sunrise
finding someone who is radiant in every way
being consistent with a goal you’ve been working on for the longest time and seeing the finished result
knowing that one chapter of your life has ended and a better one is beginning
take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.
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Glennon Doyle, Untamed
love the phrase fuck all. that sure is what i do all the time i am very familiar with fuck all, jack shit, diddly-squat even
I wish I was pretty 🌸