a belief i hold with fervor is that there is no collective “best” of anything, it’s all objective.
obviously some things can be measured by their success, or efficiency, or attraction, but the idea of greatness, or first place, is completely objective. everyone will hold different things to different standards.
i say all of this because i think most people who love believe that their love interests are the most divine humans on the planet, and i don’t think they’re wrong.
i think a bunch of people can be the most divine people on the planet if they’re just considered the “most” divine by one person, because love has no rules and we’re all in our own conscience anyway.
moral of the story is that everything and everyone is uniquely significant and loved among every individual and i think that’s beautiful, and if something is “the best” to you then it just is the best. because it’s you, and your life type shit
hi tumblr how we doing
Tried to make a post about how much Christmas sucks, but it was mostly incoherent, so instead I’ll post the cliff notes version:
Having no parents on Christmas sucks. Having PTSD on Christmas sucks. Living with my aunt and uncle who make me feel on edge all the time because of how unpredictable their tempers are sucks. Spending Christmas with them sucks even more.
smoked the type of weed that makes you accept that there will always be beauty and pain in everything, and the only thing you can do about it is welcome their co-existence
Having to think about things I’ve been avoiding should be illegal…
I don’t want to think about the love I’ve neglected lalalalalalalaalaaa
We all make mistakes just some of us bigger and worse and scarier ones than others
May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton
june 20th, 2024