life is actually about thanking the bus driver when you get off the bus
(via swingsetindecember)
I didn’t think something like this would happen. After everything… and now this. I am devastated that he felt this was the only way. Glad he wasn’t able to do it. And sad that I can’t help him through this.
Why why why
If you don’t accept me at my worst I make sure you won’t ever see the best of me.
k.b. // u never deserved my best in the first place
Don’t let anyone who hasn’t been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces.
k.b. // unknown
If you’re lamenting the fact that you used to be able to shoot through a 500-page novel in like a day when you were in middle school and now you can’t, it’s worth bearing in mind that a big part of that is because when you were in middle school, your reading comprehension sucked. Yes, mental health and the stresses of adult life can definitely be factors, but it’s also the case that reading is typically more effortful as an adult because you’ve learned to Ponder The Implications. The material isn’t just skimming over the surface of your brain anymore, and some of the spoons you used to spend on maximising your daily page count are now spent on actually thinking about what you’re reading!
Normalize not forcing connections. If someone doesn’t see the value in having you by their side, don’t try to convince them.
it’s not overreacting, we all have different levels of sensitivity. if it hurts, it hurts. no explanation needed
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
-Virginia Woolf.
