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the lion concerns himself with everything
I'm existing out of spite
Sat in a car with a beautiful boy today god save me
When I miss him but at least it's not my ex that I'm missing
hey bro qick question .do i seem like a person to you
has anyone also noticed that they feel awful
āhow to get rid of smile linesā my god you people hate everything
sorry i canāt go out tonight iām at home sitting down
no weapon forged against me has ever been cool or well made
do you want love or do u want proof that you are loveable
Where do men get this kind of audacity from istg
i understand (literally cried for hours)
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
i keep thinking about this: maybe love isnāt a destination or a possession but an influence. a force that changes your shape. that helps you become. and when itās gone, it doesnāt mean youāve lost it. it means youāve absorbed it. the people who leave donāt take it with them. they leave it behind in you.
love is about transforming. about leaving someone better than you found them, even if you had to leave. and i hope iāve done that. i hope somewhere, someone is still listening to a song i showed them. still laughing at something i said. still drinking their coffee the way i do. we donāt belong to each other but we do belong to the versions of ourselves we became in each otherās presence and in that way, we never truly lose anyone.
stay earnest, be crazy, study study study, flirt with philosophy, cry at 2am then ace the test, fall in love with sentences, question everything, romanticize gray weather, seek truth like its art, read freud for fun, argue like youāre defending a dissertation, quote camus in casual texts, fear nothing but mediocrity
All the grip I lost on reality went straight to my pussy
ā Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lunamonchtuna)