The Urge-ish Urge To Urge When Your Urges Urge

i don't think i'm ready for when nostalgia is all that's left of my childhood

{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

"sex" literally isn't real. "ohhh i just had sex" you "had" sex? where did it go? did it grow legs and run away?? idiot

i can’t remember what six year old me was wishing for throwing coins in the fountain and blowing on dandelions but i hope the person i am today was at least one of them

do it scared do it weird do it alone. holy trinity

there’s a huge difference in the support given from “man, that sucks” and “i’m sure it’ll be fine”

I hope all of you find people who love you at your ruddest and worst

“The thing is: If you’re cold, you hurt people. If you’re sensitive, they hurt you.”

— Unknown