“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
i was in the grocery store and saw an onion on the ground and picked it up, absently saying “poor little guy.” behind me a teenage girl started laughing and then stopped and went “aww. i’m sorry for laughing. that’s nice actually.” and the cycle of cruelty is broken for another generation as a young person realizes that it is not embarrassing to have empathy for another thing that was once living, because certainly to be a lone white onion rolling on the ground in a supermarket would be terrifying to anyone
i made a little quiz. it has gentle wisdom to take with you. whatever i can give you is yours. love u. take the wisdom & run.
he will never be too much for me. i want him to hug me until the last possible second, i want him to tell me how happy i make him every five minutes, i want him to tell as many people as he can about me, i want him to text me and tell me how much he misses me two minutes after i leave, i want him to send me songs and tumblr posts that remind him of me, i want him to tell me about his day, i want to listen to him infodump, i want to just listen to him. i will never tell him that he is too much because he isn’t. he’s my boy and i want everyone to know it.
one day we’re going to be in our own apartment together, nestled together on our sofa, you fast asleep on my lap. and then i know i’ll be home
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
Mind you business:
Focus on you:
Achieve your own personal goals:
Let others live their own life 🙏
a big part of being happy is being excited. be excited for everything - making a cup of tea, decorating your future apartment, seeing a friend again, falling in love unexpectedly, the next episode of a show you like, finishing something stressful, buying something you’ve been saving up for, a new album, sunsets, traveling, road trips, and the feeling of going to bed after a long day. think of something to be excited about and daydream about it often when you’re sad.