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@umbreellaa
my hot take is that you don’t have to love being single or love being alone. if you can’t spend a second in your own company there’s a problem, but wanting love and companionship is completely normal and natural. you’re not weak or mentally unstable for feeling lonely or yearning for partnership and friendship. we do need each other, we need community, we need love, it’s part of our dna to be social creatures.
I LOVE FINDING PURPOSE IN EVERYTHING! I LOVE WHEN I HAVE A MOTIVE! BUT I LOVE WHEN I DO THINGS BECAUSE MY BRAIN LISTENS TO MY HEART!!! I LOVE WHEN I JUST GO FOR WALKS IN THE RAIN!! I LOVE THE IMPULSE TO LIVE!!!
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the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios
i love people you can just sit with. you do your thing, i’ll do mine. lets just exist alongside one another, in a silence that says “im glad you’re here.”
This blog is specifically for soft, kind, loving girls who also fill with unspeakable rage and would set the world on fire
Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″
The water in your body is just visiting. It was a thunderstorm a week ago. It will be the ocean soon enough. Most of your cells come and go like morning dew. We are more weather pattern than stone monument. Sunlight on mist. Summer lightning. Your choices outweigh your substance.
(Poem from my first poetry collection: Field Guide to the Haunted Forest by Jarod K Anderson)
the issue is that i truly love lying around doing nothing
Florence and The Machine, from “Sky Full of Song”
shit man this got me emotional
