i hope you buy things that bring you joy. i hope you wear clothes that make you feel good. i hope you decorate your home however you like. i hope you don’t wake up dreading going to work. i hope you meet people that make your heart sing. i hope you discover hobbies that fulfill you. i hope you go on fantastic adventures that give you unforgettable memories. i hope you do things just because you want to, and i hope you don’t feel like you have to justify your decisions to anybody. i hope you find happiness. i hope you cultivate a life you love

maybe mediocrity isn’t wrong. maybe you don’t need to be the best at everything you do. maybe you don’t need to be the best at anything you do. it’s ok to simply do things because you enjoy doing them. its ok to not want to advance in your job. nothing has to be a competition. you don’t need to be better than anyone. you can do things just because they’re fun. you don’t need to read up on the history, and know everything about it. its ok to just exist. its ok.

Let the sun shine in, cage the masculine, release your femininity...

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.

“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”

Maybe that's how love works. It's like a thousand stars are shining on this one person. Then you're stuck in a time warp where everything seems to stay forever. And then comes the black hole and takes everything away from you. Like it never existed. But you're stuck in this endless universe of a broken heart.

It sucks that you have to keep yourself busy to feel okay.