The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.
Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver
This really hit me hard jesus christ.
Sometimes I want you to stop this thing we have. But most of the time, I want to live in it.
Most of the time.
i am a wallflower
and i belong to the sea.
the sun—
warm and giggling at me.
trees everywhere—
surrounding me and i’m healed.
i am not moving.
just letting the sea take me.
i feel free.
i feel like i belong in this world.
i am not a stranger here.
this is my home.
i breathe.
i breathe.
and i dive to see a thousand corals.
they are smiling at me.
they tell me that i am recovering.
they tell me that i belong.
there is no need to be afraid
of my monster.
there are plenty of fishes here
to protect me—
to guide me home.
i love myself so much.
i am still fucking alive.
i am glowing and flowing.
the song of my suffering is ending.
Yeah I really, really liked you but I also don’t need you. I miss certain things because it was fun and you were fun and we were fun together but you weren’t my life and I was fine before I met you and I’m fine now.
My parents have been together for 20 years but fight every day. They’re supposedly in love. But they stay together because a piece of paper says they’re supposed to till death does them apart. If that’s love, I think I’ll pass.
When people complain of life, it is almost always because they have asked impossible things of it.
If they care more about proving their point than your feelings in an argument, let them go.
She warned me about how moody she is; she thought I’d easily leave if she showed me all her day faces, but she didn’t know how much I love the moon and all its phases.
