have you ever read something that killed you inside? like a text message or someone’s status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. or you found out something you were better off not knowing. it’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself.
not knowing how to respond to messages and forgetting about them for so long that it becomes impossible to respond to them without it being weird is the bane of my socially awkward existence
Wait for the person who wants to FaceTime you every night because they can’t sleep without you. Wait for the person who always asks how your day was and cares about the details. Wait for the person who knows your coffee order by heart. Wait for the person who knows how to love you when you are sad and can make you laugh when you’re angry. Wait for the person who is willing to go for a drive with you at three am. Wait for the person who gets along with your family and asks how your parents are doing. Wait for the person who energizes you, motivates you, goes on adventures with you, and supports you no matter what. Stop chasing people who can’t be bothered to match your effort.
i often forget that the body is not a receptacle. not a vessel in which i reside. it’s ME. like that’s me right there! it isn’t disconnected from my mind or spirit or selfhood because it’s just me. i can no sooner escape it or change it in any drastic way than i can stop being myself. & if i am to be any sort of happy in this life, i need to treat it kindly. cruelty towards one’s body is just cruelty towards one’s self. they are one and the same
every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking