I am convinced that you are always only three people removed from an addict at any given time. maybe fewer than three. for every time I’ve been freaked out about telling people about my addiction, there’s been someone who’s gone “oh, my sister went through that” or whatever. we are out here. everywhere. it’s about time we were treated like normal human beings
very dreamy vibe, for some extremely pleasant and for some a little too unreal. people inclined to addictions or obsessions must be careful to stay a little bit grounded. people inclined to pessimism must be open to lightening up. but it will be beautiful for all.
when 23 year olds say “im getting old” cause they get excited by mundane things…for the love of. we used to get excited by BOXES as toddlers. maybe we’re just reverting to our childlike joy did u ever think about THAT.
I was having just this thought the other day, and it was kind of beautiful. The idea that coming into adulthood some of early childhood wonder is reclaimed - how often do we hear of that? But this is a true and common instance of it. Loving the ordinary is wonderful, and can coexist with loving the extraordinary.
desirability is such a distraction and as long as we are consistently invested in our own identity solely through the lens of desirability we will literally never progress ….the self objectification has to end at some point. like the denial of how much i truly have to offer outside of my own perceived desirability (which fluctuates anyway) is so disrespectful to myself tbh..i am so much more than this. we all are. i feel like the world is dead set on not ever cracking through the surface of things
friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of.
